My Lady,My Light

Each day i wait beside our window
Longing the day you would arrive
with an angry face ,laden with scorn
but beautiful and crimson and sweet
your eyes would drool over my
unshaved face, my unbuttoned shirt
and a smile as beautiful of a peacock dance
you would jump to me
and when i slowly lay my coarse hand
over your tress your face will crush my chest.

Oh my lady !my lightness
my years of light after my sadness
when you arrive to our hut
you push me into the mirth

ha i wait beside our window sill
for your smell, touch and your angry eyes.