Drench with my bloody tears

Once more like before,

Your gaze twisted me

Into the widow moans

Your craving gleams me

Like a flash to dawn dew

I am no longer mine to self

Devoured my being cell by cell

I behold you in more and less

Your fractured me, left wrecked

Call not Smith or carpenter

My cure lies in oneness of two!

My longing is not ethereal

Not that world is nasty about

I tweet beyond the metaphors

Beyond the breath and death.

My fasting never ends

I need neither bowls nor barrels

I am thirty for love

And hungry for my beloved.

~Ummi

Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)