Tag: Real Ghazal

Ghazal: Less Than Love

Remember how much easier it was to undress than love? Our infidelities taught us what we had was less than love.

Back of my Buick, parlaying till five, she commits in the twilight, spreading her legs for our slice of American bliss in the twilight.

Adrift across your eyes’ rare green my love, we learned the ways adults diversify love...

You played the old fool well, my love, warmly greeting his son. By night, Papa asleep, your warm body’s treating his son.

I wake, my neighbors' moans echoing through the wall. Love, talking to you was like talking to the wall.

After "Baadbaan... by Parveen Shakir: "White sail, the open sea, horizon so blue, yes. I see myself keeping watch. Could it be you? Yes..."