Letter To Future Habeeby By Salmah Zakariyyah

For you,

Shut is every strands of emotion

threatening to spin inside me.

For you, I won't be cowed by the blazing

tingling making my stomach churn. 

Armored by your thoughts, my eyes

would dart in awe then rest on the

silhouette of us illuminating on those 

shining blades whenever the clang of

the striking swords of ardour fill the air.

For you, I weather the storm my longing

for your presence causes my heart &

for you, thirst would not even trigger the

urge to fetch from the abyss of love.

For you, my skin turns  thick to the

arrows of love piercing my flesh; &

I carry my scar, painted with those

reddish fluids keeping abreast of you.

In my heart, await you, is a garden so

pure and innocent—reeking of milk &

cheese made only for your tongue to

explore and enjoy under the chilled

breeze moistened by  serene sea.

Only for you, I await to pump life into

this numb heart; refusing to spare, the

clarion call of my body, a glance, even, once.

_ Salmah