My blood covers
The fruits of our land,
Indulging the tasteless
Sugar that is sand.
Come into
My hallowed frame,
Carve yourself
In my dried name.
Patience is blind
Before crimson stain,
A drought agnostic
To the notion of kin.
My blood covers
The fruits of our land,
Indulging the tasteless
Sugar that is sand.
Come into
My hallowed frame,
Carve yourself
In my dried name.
Patience is blind
Before crimson stain,
A drought agnostic
To the notion of kin.
A single thought of you
Speaks to me,
As a wellspring of joy;
And I am Ecstasy’s brother,
Withholding in your depth…
A quiet witness
To the wild humanity
Thirsty for herself.
A single thought of you
Blooms a garden
Where butterflies
Returning from pilgrimage,
Forfeiting their colors,
Forgetting their wings…
They carpet your terrace
With the colors of the wind.
A single thought of you
Forgets my blood
And betroths the world.
Find me in the tears
Of this communion,
Waiting in the alleys
Of mankind’s scripture,
Building with forgotten words.