when i think of Sahib,
the poems rise to my pen,
ink flows in a caress of the page
like my form when
he claims my embrace.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
20nov11
copyright © 2011
"the claimer"
Published by tretchicovmanicova on November 20, 2011 - 06:25
from the ABC set ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙an angel's dying silhouette
from the ABC set ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙an angel's dying silhouette