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Ishq/Love
1 min readAug 16, 2019
It is big this thing between us
fierce and hot and irregular
for it is not seen every day.
It is a white horse
galloping across the night desert
half-mad with passion
his fire-red mane
dancing with the wind.
It is the sky caressing a mountain
lungs embracing air
it makes all the sense of breathing.
It is a state of siege
that continues past surrender.
Happy prisoners we are.
Do not free us
ever.
MCO 2019
In response to Zev’s one line poem prompt about live. See his gorgeous poem below.
https://medium.com/chalkboard/ishq-a08b070553da
