Shez Mingled In Me
Poem By Khurshid Alam
I worship the prophetess of love
beauty, majesty, glory, and desire -
she is the sublime of all arts.
Smitten by her beauty I kissed
on her forehead: she taught me
to read her as I do the Bible.
Opiated by her aroma
I touched her skin pink
soft and so affectionate: she sedated
me and I bowed my head low.
She was the epitome of glory
I fumbled on her body with crave:
she admired my humbleness.
I sought solace in her lap
and went in a trance:
she was out of breath and could teach me
Finally she surrendered. She deigned.
She could spell no word
except she gave me a blink or two.
She crept into me and vanished
Now I smell she, I wine she
I’ve made an idol of her and sing a hymn to her daily.
Published in the book titled An Anthology of Contemporary Love Poems edited by Rohitash Chandra & Ed Coet