Month: July 2018

My first caress with my waterloo 

Tender and fonder were her palms that electrified the sleeping passions in me 

I became a sleeper in her reality 

Awake only in her fantasy 

An endless thirst to always drink from her unbreakable intoxication 

The Beauty of her face was the wallpaper of my eyes 

For any beauty I see is only a reprint of the  original that she had engraved on me

Unrefined in her ways but love told me I will be fine 

So my pains became scars of honor like a soldier with his badges of valor on his uniform 

The bee never failed to sting 

But her honey made me endure with smile 

Missing pages of my life only to think she will fill the gaps 

But before dusk could fade to dawn 

I became a pawn to serve as a means to a bigger end

And love found me knocking at her door in the rain 

After all the goodies in me she had drained 

Her name lingers on my heart yet her game always have me turning over to her will 

The bee never failed to sting 

But her honey made me endure with smile 

So I had to surrender to my beautiful evil

For when I touched her I couldn’t talk to her 

And if I loved her I couldn’t leave 

And if I speak I couldn’t hear myself 

And when I fought I am sure to lose to her

Goodbye was a saddest word but my only savior

©️Hamza Hajj Ayub