my eyes have become heavy with the dark circles they bear,
sleepless nights devoted to the inner workings of my mind,
the dark never rushes instead ushers a serene pace where I can dance within shadows,
it is the moon that I stand under,
opening my mouth wide so that I could catch one of these falling stars,
let it melt at the tip of my tongue,
seep into my tasting buds,
starlight would flow and set my nerves ends into a divine fire
what I seek is an answer, submitted before Adam had exhaled this worlds somnolent air,
my heart outweighs even my good intentions,
It is like an exposed wrist where an evocative fragrance teases and lingers,
it is like the vague touch that is just as brief but distresses,
it is like the gaze of a stranger that forever troubles,
It is a hunger,
an unfulfilled lust,
an incurable fever,
a rise of insurgence against a bland existence,
the want of a love that will never be certain
what I seek is an answer, submitted before Adam had exhaled this worlds somnolent air,
my strife feeds from my breast,
an unconventional offspring reared to lullabies of ambiguity,
growing to cling onto my skirts as it faces my fading empathy,
growing into anger and hate,
growing into an orphan being bamboozled by fate,
and I the mona lisa who forgot how to smile,
search for the short-lived hope that fathered this child
Nubian(Q) 