Your Ammu and I
Alive in grubby fantasies she'll let you see
Concluded that the term 'love' wasn't ripe enough for the agony
So we mused synonymically
During trickles between gasps
Until we drained the concentration
And were rendering our evolving walls sky blue
Months later
You began
When a tall tot loaned 'Allah is Great' to your priceless ear
With four low-tide eyelids soaked right through
Aptly anchoring at the behest of a familiar white moon
I sought to study a virgin's story from atom one
A Thousand Splendid Suns
Now clouds behind the ducks insist that your name prevails over that four-lettered bore
Again you creak your jaw open like Grandpa and snore
Ssh... awaken and twist a twirl
Led us wed while the pretty lady's bathing and keep it from the world
Locate that pink hijab and some tasbih pearls
In closing, you and your curls
Were the hallucinogenic provision for when a boy met a girl
ZK
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