Tuesday, August 8, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: My Precious Thorn

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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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