Love Induced.

Amirah and Peter, a poem of their love.

Dear Amirah,

You’re warmer than I remember; those nights I slept beside you as nothing more than a friend.

You’d invite me over, tell me I had to use the window, said your dad was guarding the door.

That morning your mum caught me with a leg dangling from the ledge, you took a hit to the cheek, said I’d have to use the door from then on.

For a week, you vanished, returned with a bruise to the head. First day you returned, your dad dropped you, I came running, and you shuffled past me.  He grinned; told me to “scram”, but looking into the car I saw the bloodied hijab.

 

Dear Peter,

You’re tenser than I remember, that night you stole me away you lied that nothing would change.

When Pa was out, you came over; lied that Pa had invited you over.

I watched you from the top of the staircase, while you watched my Ma spike the tea you later poured into a vase.

Ma said I was a sinner for loving you, she confessed what I couldn’t; my hand belonged to another.

You left, ignored me for two months, and on the first day of the third month a pebble hit my window.

“Get your things, we’re leaving, I got a place,” you said.

 

Dear Reader,

The two children, still young to the world, shared a kiss and a smile.

Peter, with shaky arms reached for the hand of Amirah, “will you marry me?”

Young maybe, wiser still, their love strums the favourable chords of fortune.

“Yes, I will,” Amirah, with clammy palms grips Peter’s wrists.

Wrapped in an embrace, both parties apologise for their deceits, and drift into regret.

In the shelter of their apartment, no level of loathing may penetrate their ‘love’.

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

different but lovely write my friend. keep it up!^^

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you for sharing....Bravo....................