Salim Gold

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To Salim (II)

 

If I scratch you, I’m yours for life.

I desire you, each day, all night.

I discard my veils; I won’t hide

From your dark, scorching eyes.  Spy me!

I ride you, quick camel, I bob,

I undulate.  I’m game:  Stab me

Many times with your blade of flesh….

(The pain is pure pleasure, Salim!)

The moon is my sun when you’re here;

The sun is black when you’re away.

(Ignore other women:  They’re snakes.)

Let’s meld as closely as crossroads,

Both intimate and separate.

I’m part of you, though far apart.

 

—Laila


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