I have a girl crush.
Should I call her Dorian Gray?
My pants now she owns,
Brother hold my hand.
I feel doozy but empty,
Brother caution me not.
For Arcadia truly now I behold,
My grapes ripening without rains.
A smiling flowering rose I behold,
A happy suckling child I become.
All from your coloured glass,
My own brother dear.
Hold out your hands for me,
For I watched you hold her arm.
Let me have a feel,
Deny me not brother dear.
The days run fast,
The hours hear not my prayer.
To the sealed walls I return,
With dark eyes,
And a fragrance of her mazel.
Mock me not brother,
For my lips sing not my hearts rhythm,
My courage only at night do blossom,
It's butterflies overwhelm me by day still.
Brother!!
My courage found its wings,
My lips its light embraced,
But my heart in darkness now trod.
“All you desired he said,
In vain I waited each bright day,
The coloured glass could hide you not,
The keys another now has”.
“Some day i'll be your sorceress”
My fire these words rekindle,
My soul in her fragrance immeshed,
Brother you did me well truly.
To the walls I return,
A portrait of my black maiden,
I hold dear.
I have a girl crush,
My own goddess of Tigris.
©️ Enenim Ubon
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