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Part I
Trembling, as all new lovers do, we kissed
Beneath the bendy tress, within a suspension of time.
Whirling with sufis, we missed
One another
In time, our enemy.
A touch, a moment of motionless dizziness
Blinks a trembling white in eternal black.
How do your lips upon mine feel?
Like salt, like wine, like hot-earth spice
Rough and tart and stinging
My bare heart.
In brushing your fingertips, I wanted
To grasp your hand, to seize your soul
And mesh it with mine, squeezing so strongly
That it turned, all fibre and feeling, to droplets
And watered the earth.

Part II
The yellow famine continues.
Day by day the earth lumbers
Through its patient course.
You and I plod, alone,
Separate well-known streets
With tangled jasmine vines
In unexpected crevices
To surprise the sleeping soul.