"Every night I empty my heart,
but by morning it's full again.
Slowly, droplets of you seep in
through the night's soft caress.
At dawn I overflow with thoughts
of us, an aching pleasure that
gives me no respite.
Love cannot be contained.
The neat packaging of desire splits
asunder, spilling crimson through
my days, long languishing
Days that are now bruised
tender with yearning,
spent searching for a fingerprint,
a scent, a breath you left behind."
*by Shamim Sarif
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