Come, come
take off your hat
and come, come
remove my crown,
undone the braids,
shed the feathers,
and barefoot upon the ground…
…close, close
whisper and ease
the racing minds
the hearts so pounding,
take up a slow, slow motion dance
before we meet,
right after parting.
Come, come
let us be two
who meet like waves and shores
open the hearts
unleash the words
no muse for musing,
no owners owned!
No wanting others,
no wanting us,
no craving cravings
no love, no lust…
…no longer body,
no longer shape
just as the air
just as the breath
that enters all
and all departs
come, come
let’s speak,
come, come
let’s part.
Korrik
© Aida Dizdari, 2018
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