mtakla — May 10, 2014, 6:09 pm

Ghazal

The impression where you had lain has long ceased to remain

but your enticing scent that I cannot place will remain

Like the smooth wind it cannot be grasped in my frantic hand

though its potent effect on my mind and thoughts will remain

Intoxicated by your fragrance, suddenly hastened

relentless memories of your close embrace will remain

I often asked you about this enticement but you laughed,

the arrows of your apathy left marks that will remain

I ask others in vain: what is this fragrance- citron, sage?

How long is the span of this world in which I will remain?

Let it breathe, does olive oil smell like nostalgia, David?

By fig and olive, memory in the bouquet will remain

I am not remembering, I relive the experience anew

which evokes the pain and yearning that for six days will remain

I am convinced, the nightingale finds the rose not by sight

but follows the heady fragrance to where it will remain

Years later, a slight breeze knocked me to my knees

on it a scent, I remember therefore you will remain

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