Proprioception - Mayed Al Qasimi
From the soft skin on the nape of your neck
Through your arms and to your fingers so light
With the warm air mixing breath upon breath
To your heartbeat I shall cherish this night
If I could bottle this, the way I feel
I'd keep it for you, for when I'm no more
So that you may know then that you are loved
And that you are the one whom I adore
Our love has been a magical journey
Thaumaturgy of a hidden age lost
Do not weep now for I am still with you
This elegy is naught but dew as frost
A spectacular piece of poetry that immerses one to feeling how their beloved embraces and yearns for them and would leave a trace of themselves once they have departed from this world. Soul touching. Amazing work! Truly remarkable! Keep it up Mayed!
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Mayed Al Qasimi