"Don't Ask!" by Fayyaz Minhas

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When my gaze questions her presence on my doorstep 

this late at night 

She gives me goosebumps as answers 

What's so special about her presence? 

Don't ask! 

When I dance with her, 

My quadriplegic soul

Never misses a beat or a step

What happens to my soul around her? 

Don't ask!

Sometimes I rise heartwards to meet her

Like a rose bush trying to escape it's muddy roots

Or a cloud flying high away from its watery origin 

Or the moon, running breathless without any air

Or the smoke taking to the skies, away from its fire

Who am I? Who is she? 

Earth? Water? Fire? Air? 

Don't ask!