Amethyst Poem by Naveed Khalid

Had I but in my hands the clock that tells time?
I'll count you numbers in my prayer;
More the better, much too stressed-out note
Of e'ery skipped beat in my account,
Be but in death-like trance, my love,
Half-sick, half-poisoned, half-deaf to the ear,
Unheard of what from a fumbled mouth hath spilled
The green-eyed beans ere thine unweird eye.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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