Torniquet

form bound

in tourniquet

from which there is

no escape

wherever i go

Your absence arrives

before i do

gripping, binding,

choking

obliterating all else

she looks at me

with soft, gentle eyes

mocks me

a sweet half-smile,

an eyebrow raised:

where do you think you can go

without me?

i am your companion

in solitude and crowd

home or wilderness

there

before you are

she glows,

she grows

and fills up everything

makes the whole world

radiate with an ache

for which

the only comfort,

only cure

is You

where are You?

9^th july 2010

shahbano aliani