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Click hereFor a split second, I saw it in your turning eyes
a thought of attraction that caught my yearning eyes
Lost in a sea of people, a black that lingers
only a back amid all those mourning eyes
I meander through shoulders knitted so tight
they won't be touched by my learning eyes
For all their soft-spoken manners flaunted before
damnation, all of a sudden, in their churning eyes
At the bottom, I wish for tear-stained fingers
a shady dew wiped from your burning eyes
Extraxt it from their warmth-drained fingers
your hungry heart, I'll feed it mine, and more
And count the days with well trained fingers
from now till when the aversion has died
Let's squeeze all life from time's pained fingers
we'll waste the eons and drink from the skies
Hold your breath then, in my pale, veined fingers
a ring for each of yours, by love chained fingers
Must plead ignorance, in as old as this form of expression is, I had never heard of a ghazal. Loved being educated on and reading this. I’ll repeat myself: 29w is the most diverse and consistently high quality submitter here.
Thank you all for your kind words.
@ Doggerelpornopoet ghazals often deal with loss of love or its separation. A moment like this, a wake, felt like where both is (not) in the room.
nice poem i loved the rhyme scheme and repetition where was your head at when you wrote this what inspired it