…….

When for the first time

The tenderness of the yours

Will touch the soul of mine

When, fingers will crease through

the roughness of cold skin

When, perfect sculpted lips,

will soak in the pomegranate’s juice

touch the scariest wound of mine

When, the aroma of sweets running

down in the valley through the neck

will force me to expel a moan in pleasure

I’ll realise, every battle and pain

and torture and sacrifice is

justifiable & endurable;

For you, for you, for you……