Salim Gold

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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


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