Salim Gold
To Salim
Sleep eludes me: I want you so—
And no one else. I moan all night
Like a lone dove missing her mate.
Your love must be my doom, Salim!
I’m tempted to hate your mother
For bearing you, except that then
I couldn’t love you. I offer
My best: Do not skimp on my wine!
Are you a brigand poet, sir?
I shared an orange—only an orange,
But you, slyly, studied my ass!
Fine! Come and grind my coffee then!
Let your pestle grind my mortar
As you like: It’s unbreakable….
—Laila
Salim (Pure) Gold!
Wonderful Salim! Beautiful images roll into one another as the lines unfold:’We shine best when we melt most’