I open the door
the house seems to yawn
a perilous perfume
and from a lamp-light
I see the curves of her thighs
dressed in shadows
her lips move
a beguiling breath of promises
I remain in the dark
a tangle of hesitation
should I touch her or leave
my hands seem to shrivel on my jeans
my legs fail to carry me
then she looks up
and from the corners of her mouth
I see crescent moons
I place my hands on her shoulders
I hear her heart
beating like the sound of bamboo
in the wind
against the sky
then she whispers her lips along my fingers
and in the dark
I knew
love is more than bright words whispered
more than daydream smiles and bold passions
love is this moment
listening
I Made My Boy Out of Poetry is a powerful literary vision of rare scope, beauty and emotional intensity composed of stories and poems that flow in and out of each other like the most lucid and articulate of dreams. These are portraits and studies of
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Ashraf Gohar Goreja
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