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Seer
I kissed the hands of pleasure
and made her face my own,
and gave my voice to gladness
to make her accent known.
I felt the hands of pleasure
glide soft across my face,
and heard the breath of gladness
bless our fallen race.
I heard the song of pleasure
cascade from sonic heights,
and in the arms of gladness
we spilled into the night.
© Mohammed Miah. 2003.
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