Divine
Your beauty is so cruel
merciless
Goddamn you
It just isn't fair
I am no match for your pure, crystalline, blue eyes
or your ever-divine, golden, coruscating hair
I first saw it as a crown... but now I know it is my own sword of Damocles
Your hands
those astonishing, porcelain hands
Your lips were the sweetest of all blisses.
Goddamn you
Yet your heart is the most mystical abode
Imagine living in a home
you can't even see
I don't even know where the entrance is located
but there is no exit
Goddamn you
In the Quran, it states: "All it takes, when He wills something ˹to be˺, is simply to say to it: “Be” And it is"
But even the Most Benevolent and Merciful One Himself can't make you be with me
El Olam is Eternal but even He won't outlast the curse you placed upon me, the Faceless One
I can feel the cells of my body leaving, in eventual obliteration
This disintegration...is it agony, or rapture?
Does it even matter at this point?
Where did it all go?
How did it end?
Did it even end?
Did it even begin?
Goddamn you!!!!