Ghost Of The Beloved Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

I

It was a night of heavy rain
In a cheap hotel room in downtown Spain
Where we used to wet the sheets of Summer
And in Winter, crawling in the arms of one another.

The whispers of wind through cracked glass
Whistles as an old music pipe made of brass
And the roaring thunder screaming in pain
I saw a shadow by the bathroom's door, like a stain.

That stain of blood and pain
Imprinted over my heart, wrapped in chain
Of what once was, is, and forever had become
In the far deep, I feed not but the flame.

I gazed at the shadow, gazed so deep
I gazed and said, "why can't you sleep? "
I gazed and gazed and waited for an answer
I gazed and said, "You tore me asunder."

A dog howled at the moon
As thunder lit the sky as noon
The shadow vanquished into my eyes
As I scream, "'tis one of your many lies! "

II

Darkness ruled over once more
So empty, so sore
And once it glazed of her light
I felt her touch, deep in delight.

I recalled the days of old
In nights not so cold
When our flesh melted with lust
Lost of love, flesh to thrust.

Her skin white as fresh milk
So soft, soft as the finest silk
Embroidered with dark hair
As a crown upon her head; a queen so fair.

Eyes wide, fill of passion not averse
Eyes so bright, of stars and planets of the universe
Deep I saw my gazed reflection
To fall in love, the deepest affection.

Lashes of fire upon those eyes
Like a phoenix, towards the sun, it flies
But to the moon it reached
And of you, to me, it preached.

III

"I adore your touch.", once I ever said
The skin I only praised
IT was my forever and only paradise
Yet of her, every minute was never suffice.

I used to kiss her, top to toe
The more I taste, the more the awe
Yet as she grabbed be between her arms
She feed me with endless charms.

Her arms were my hearse
and her kiss was my curse
A voice of a siren calls
Even for, plug-eared Odysseus falls.

The way she used to laugh
Could mend a soul cracked in half
And indeed mend what was shuttered
Before she breaks you and forever be scattered.

Warm as fire
Sweet as a lyre
Yet cold as ice
Yet of her, I never rethought twice.

IV

"I, of her, praised more than you can imagine
My goddess of no fashion
A nymph of my vast sea
Indeed, a nymph, or is she?

I praised her sun and moon
Round and harmoniously in tone
With the skinof the sky
And till the moment I die.

Round and hard at sight
Yet in hand, soft and delight
And yet it melts at the lips
And the more it melts when I grab her hips.

And I crush her mountain tops with my teeth
As I tore her golden sheath
And her screams in the nights of your void and dull
The madness of my brains and the cracks in my skull.

"Devour me in the deep",
Screamed I, in pain as I creep
Down in her caves of lust
Of running water, forever burst.