Awake! arise! the hour is late!
Angels are knocking at thy door!
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once departed come no more.

Awake! arise! the athlete’s arm
Loses its strength by too much rest;
The fallow land, the untilled farm
Produces only weeds at best.

From the moment of my exsistence
gravity bound me to low lands. Holding me firmly
under a sun with no mercy
to the thirsty earth.
I prayed to my Beloved for rain

From the miracle of our encounter
Love swept me above the drought Our bodies
collidng, tasting like thunder
ecstasy drenching the parched dirt
I pray to my Beloved to rain

Stone
swathed in silk
trembles     ripples
beneath the lines
that write my exsistence

Palm to flesh
caress
Lips     wet
whisper miracles and witness
Love  evoL
ascend

My belly tightens
Flushed
******* rise
and fall
rise again rapid

Blood pounds
rushing
hips push
drenched in sense
     ation
euphoric fixation

His mouth
stealing noise
off my tongue
an aria begun
and ended
witnessed
Love evoL
He ascends again

and plotting the death of
Love

We conspire
in tones darker than
the candles
snuffed out
between my fingers
    
**** the light
*we are playing with fire