Starry night and pestling slow of basil
And the beauty of loved one— untold
Pestles a heavenly basil shoot.
Nights and pestle; stabbing descend
Yearnings cleave a lovelorn’ neck, calling;
Soften, come—tender, on the soul— tread
Bestow me thy steps; endowment.
Into flowers burst; if thee accordant
With them bring each blab; henna’d
Fetching you of the heaven\' attendant\'
Stars; earrings jeweled, resplendent
A vow forged, solemn to our converse.
To each parting, the pestle grows
By indigo tears and black omens
And love are thee but so quixotic
Mirage; not existing nor vanished.
By pestling some scent imparted
Art born from the sorrows of love?