Invocation
Invocation
She said
in early a.m.
After night, before light
That is the right time
For invocation
I replied
Yes that is true
But one can invoke only
if one is forgotten
My beloved resides
In skin’s every pore,
both inhale and exhale
Enunciate his name
Sleeping, waking,
Working, walking
In silence, talking,
I am in his company
He is my muse
keeps me bemused
life enthused,
coursing in veins
Originally Published: June 24, 2011
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