The
spectacle was fleeting,
And
moments shadowed our narrative,

Seeking the kindness of an original.

I-happiness-junkie squeezed verve;
Plunging into a flash
I spent stunning memories,
Readily.
We were once remarkable,
Touching an agile earth
In the serene of a shared imagination;

We were together, not one.

I spelled out hesitation on her womb,
And swam lackluster love, crying.

We still lay awake, forgiven yet lost.

Strange, drunk and potent,
It was all written on our sands:

This heart is a universe that grows
r e l e n t l e s s

Ilham Ahmed

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maya-2/