My hands like God
The chapel of Michelangelo
When I carved the body
I slept with the dead
Your contours did I visualize
While waiting for the moment
The damsel in visions
Pouring into the goblet
Last night when I wiped
Tears from her eyes
A childish play she said
Her love with me
To the dust I wished
I had deep in earth
The angst in me
For yet in love thou want
Heart to heart she said
Am angel not nor a prince
A king of her heart nor a Romeo
What thou art thou art my love
Cage me like a nightingale in spring
Like Joseph in prison but shall I not
O Lord give me wisdom to see
Read the dreams and signs decipher
The princess Indian from my touch if so
Breathe love unto her and quench her thirst
A pleading in my humble being how I
On the beach last night I waited long
Long was the night and longer the day
23/1/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-the-love-long-night/
