In five years' time,
You may not say my name,
Nor hold its sound,
Sweet between your lips.
In five years' time,
Your hands may fold,
In silent prayer,
Around another woman's
Lovelined palm.
But today,
You are here,
And your eyes, like two
Doves,
Send me sweet lines
Of peace,
The name of God,
As the breath before
A kiss.
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