Haloed Identity, by Tom Mukasa
Haloed Identity
When
my arm stretches,
let
it linger as it reaches,
let
it touch what it craves,
let
it grasp what it loves.
Like
the croon of a male dove,
the
coquettish side steps of a doe,
in a
courtship dance,
whose
inevitability is a twosome.
A
sameness out of longing,
a oneness
fully consummated,
a
privacy uninterrupted,
a
closeness never intruded.
I
wake up to whirring noise,
sometimes
loud and distant,
my
present and past,
all a
blur transfigured in a poise.
Inner
self meets reality,
as
long as I expect pity,
a
halo over identity,
a
life on the sand dunes of integrity!
Ashore
go the pebbles,
the
raging sea in me stirs,
like
the uprising of fiery rebels,
ceaseless
and forever restless.
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