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Poetry

To be healed by You

Lamya Sadiq
Prudent as the guard
Who watches over your House of Love
A careful band-aid on a child's wound
Plastered with such care, Not to expose broken flesh. Prudence.
A man's biological magnet
To be so bold as to question 'what if Should the key to this House be Broken?
A half piece, consumed by its lock, never to fully shut again.
The fibre of each restrained muscle threads neatly into a single touch. Leaving a trail of crumbs to the source of Pulse.
A wash of an unnamed colour, behold its beauty!
Such beauty.
A feeling so near to a golden shade comes in to put Gold out of its misery
A finger dipped into buttered flour
so edible, honey sweet Man's natural sugar. Man: so inherent in nature, yet nature is not Prudent.
The sinewy branches that cling together
The transientTime,
Prudence keeps the branches aged bare
devoid of blossoms, devoid of Nature.
Exposed skin in an eagerness to heal
We cease to dream of Love as fiction
orprose
To overwhelm innately and unhinge the screws, Pouring a saccharin Love deep, deep into you
Shall I seek Prudence once more?
Rather I anticipate each prick and each poison
To be healed by You
Like the fleeting realm of scent only the blind truly see Dissolved,
Prudence contently leaves me.