There are those who think I need money
who think I need pussy
or love even
but I do not need love
I am full of love
no man has more than I
I am spoiled with love
love drips from my loins
I want to return love
If only love will let me love
on my terms
but love wants control
how can one control air
impossible
but the lover tries eternally
to no avail
there is no love in me
except the love of love
the muse sings to me
Oh, Fahizah, sing to me
talk to me softly in the night
no matter how many husbands
you have buried
I love you madly
your whisper enchants me
I am yours forever
you closed their eyes when death arrived
no matter how many lovers
I am yours
Can you understand
Fahizah
Can you come to me
be a song
a song far away in the night
who never comes to me in love
a breath of fresh air in the night
consumes me
I submit
the morning prayer
Allahu Akbar
there in resistance
burie husbands lovers
yet I love her
but she shuns me like the plague
so come to garden
it don't matter
if you don't come to the garden
it don't matter
Rumi said this
Guru Bawa confirmed it.
Allahu Akbar!
--Marvin X
4/17/13