inside the stillness of a dawn

a tear is here
breathing softly
in round brown eyes
covering things you don’t reveal
and singing in the word songs
roaring quietly there inside you
and pouring on in still waters
waiting and waiting
for the flow of rivers
fat dark preacher hands
and preying ivory smiles come near
grabbing around you in silk white gloves
and smooth rhythmic pears formed
in the chant of dark plum lips
so close you come in stubborn hungers
drumming the echos of hot throbbing sounds
tempting parched lands
of a moist underground
and then
after midnight you bathe
and begin your prayer again

Copyright © 1988 Asili Ya Nadhiri