A Match Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
A Match
And you put me the gauntlet
Your lips sweeter than the eternal stream,
Or warmth of your embrace, clouds more thicker?
Nights darker, and stars in the eyes. A match!
Couplet by the fire, or urn of wine,
Lose wisdom both ways, but her breast,
Hath the smells of brewed butter,
And her skin, the smoke of live oak.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
October 30,2014.
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