Tuesday, August 8, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: My Precious Thorn

My Precious Thorn

Dear precious thorn, I love you so

And cannot stop, as even though you hurt me always to my heart, my soul cries out from every part

To feel your painful, sharpened lance, with each and every smelting glance

You send my way through clouded mist, and cause my thoughts to drift and shift

Beyond the bounds of rapturous list, which holds me fast within a fist, so tightly bound in lawlessness

I curse you so with bitterness

Most precious thorn, I cannot see, myself no longer minus thee

Nor can I fathom, life to be, something sweeter without thee

Deeply lodged within my mind, sinking further every time, poisoning me with hot thick wine

Dripping slowly down my spine

My precious thorn, you draw the worst, up out of me, with every burst

You cause me but to thirst and thirst, for you to be the very first

To be the last to shred apart, the tender flesh around my heart

To rip me open, see the part, of me yet trapped inside the dark

My precious thorn, you’ll never know, just how much I love you so

And cherish your sweet constant pain

For in my heart, I feel your reign

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad 

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