Love Poem: Yowling In Heart
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Written by: Fatima Nusairat

Yowling In Heart

Why hurling above the wall, 
In front of window,
Hits Missouri's cold air - 
with hands, not by wings? 

Walking on two legs 
Like the blade between
The skin and the aorta 
Then in a plastic bag stows
Sands of questions,
Polishing it by fire' lashes! 

Why after all times and seasons 
Flowing now, like a river of candy, 
Behind the reflections of mirrors, 
Then fades away and slip?

Sitting like a cat, looking
Toward the dark corners,
Yowling, as if jailed in
A coffin of candles pain 

Why yowling now and again, 
Above the wall, in front of that window, 
Hits Missouri's cold air - 
Without wings, my heart!

Written by © Fatima Nusairat