Xayah

xayah:

Will a glass inlaid with gemstones On a pool around the evening Among the perfumed roses Wait for her

With the patience of a packhorse Loaded for the mountains Like a stoic, noble prince Wait for her

With seven pillows laid out on the stair The scent of womens’ incense fills the air Be calm, and wait for her

And do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in her braids All along the barricades Wait for her

And if she comes soon Wait for her

And if she comes late Wait

Let her be still As a summer afternoon A garden in full bloom

Let her breathe in the air That is foreign to her heart Let her lips part Wait for her

Take her to the balcony See the moon soaked in milk Hear the rustle of her silk Wait for her

Don’t let your eyes alight upon The twin doves of her breast Lest they take flight Wait for her

And if she comes soon Wait for her

And if she comes late Wait, wait

Serve her water before wine Do not touch her hand Let your fingertips Rest at her command

Speak softly as a flute would To a fearful violin Breathe out Breathe in

Rakan and Xayah Stimboard for @wtf-with-all-my-fandoms