Salim Gold
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
Salim (Pure) Gold!
Wonderful Salim! Beautiful images roll into one another as the lines unfold:’We shine best when we melt most’