Bismillah!
A crash so profound
Reverberated across the ground
Tremor rides my back
Though he lay dormant on my lap
His skull grew heavier
taking shape within the folds of my gown
Was I not just making my way faintly
And I was so discreet
So discreet
the wild child weaving in and about
hiding so much and letting little out
melodious of melodies
he came falling
obliterating the roof above me
I should’ve ran and covered my eyes
but who could’ve told me the awry prince would lie here tonight?
A hush of a silence followed
creaking with a naivety of past tales told
Almighty
have you brought me an angel or a demon this night?
A startling beauty he was
The sort of
let him be conscious to speak
& his beauty would multiply to the tenth fold
blinding you to compromise you
opening you only to torment you
Ya Allah!
Bless the arch of these brows
width of his eyelashes
shape of his nose
form of his cheeks
curves of his ears
sigh my
sweet nothings loaded with the most sincerest of fidelities
I breath in this beauty,
my sleeping Prince
so young in years but with the oldest of souls,
my sleeping King
carrying such scars when the battle had only just begun
my face closing the distance
my eyes are aligned with his pores
cascading emotions
A mouth that begs attention
yet there rings the question
Nubian(Q) 