Friday, February 17, 2012

The Guest by Rafikah

You sat so nicely

in an armchair, 
at the very center
of my heart.

It feels like
you have always
been there - 
reading papers,
glasses on 
your chocolate gaze,
dim light
casting shadows
on your subtle
evening face,
lazy dust specks
flirting gracefully
with you
in courteous game.

My rocky silence,
now wishes
to be called
your name.

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