To Love
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: April 6, 2003

I was afraid once you came
the unhappiness would leave
inspiration evaporate
and my poetry would suffer

thanks for salvaging my verse
you hypocritical bastard
crafty architect of insubstantial
cloud pillow dreams
raining fragrant, full bodied
emotions
(with sensual overtones)
down to the roots
of my punctured heart
which slowly started to burn
right through
while the addiction grew
stealing sleep
logical thought
and innocence

now I stand defeated:
messy hair, shirt unbuttoned
pale faced, dirty stockings
immersed in ramblings
of lunatic poetry

but (apparently) safe,
soundly in the company
of love