Tuesday, February 22, 2011

the veiled beloved

I told her
these words are yours
so too the voice that speaks them
the tongue that sharpens them
my lips, diving board of every kiss, are yours
 the curve of this spine, the hollow in my throat
the spaces between my fingers, every line on my palms
the calluses on my hands and feet are yours
so too the soft skin beneath.
The stories of my stitches and the poetry of these scars
are yours, so too this borrowed heart.

Every living hair on my body remembers your touch.

 For each tear you lent me, I cried another in joy.
Every crease around my eyes, every furrow in my brow
tries to tattoo your name in Persian calligraphy.

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