You have come here
Beneath the still leaf

petal

Metal against bone
The stench of embargo
Barbed wire, broken bottles atop cement walls
Too much gardenia or the sickly smell
Of confined jasmine which weeps
Once cut from the vine

You are my familiar
Lone nightingale

Hear the festivities or the wail of funeral time
Let us hush in the temple and laugh in the corridors
Pushed against the pillars, unfastened in the groves
We have lost our reference points and time zones
Are insignificant
Unless we are applying
The neroli and lavender oils
To the pounding, pounding

the earth is shaking

Kaleidoscope migraine
Of timeshift to our temples

This is what you get
When you cross too much water
In one life time

floating
floating

            I think I have drowned

You have lost something somewhere
Between this border and one erased
Smeared away
As in the soft charcoal drawings
The place between a woman’s legs
Where men get lost

Color of musk oil
Male deer
Blood red
Contraband
Ambergris
In the hidden containers
Of enormous ships and
On tiny airstrips

Come even closer
It is dangerous
Like stolen honey
Oil of hashish
To fall into and over again and again

I have breathed in enough cedar and sandalwood
Over these long nights and miles that my
Sweat falls into beads onto the myrrh
I am stringing them into a collar

                            A royal thing

Braid me into your stoic nodding as you
Pass the men at market silently praying or cussing
Bind me into the copper that fills your mouth
As if you got hit
Very hard in the face
Swallow me this way

You have reached me
Though you are so far

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