Mystique Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The lover in his wandering
The bigger eyes in the dark
The mystique more so feminine
The dark with little revelations
Like Queen Sheba’s long black skirt
In mirrors and fountain
Held up for the vision of her legs

The hair those fall one by one
On the glow of thy moon like face
Like the dark silk garment thou wear
Pieces torn are placed on the eyes of the dead
For my eyes
Thou send me a lock of thy hair

On bare foot never hast it happened to thou
On the heat of sand for my open door
Like the torn garment I hold on my chest
In an abandoned movement
And into the poverty of my being
Once thou enter

O beloved mine
Never hast thou cast
That life giving glance
That would raise me
Into the bounties of thy beauty