Mona Haydar

there is a longing
in my mind’s body
that permeates
through into
my core

::limbs ache::

pleading
&
praying

for a sight of him (s)

hymns of complaint
pass from lips
wet from praise
and prayers on
him (s)

humming my soundtrack:
“talama ashku gharami”
this obsessive love:
oppressing my regular breath

gaahh sssp iiihng
at the thought
of seeing him (s)