- Beginning of Love
Adonis (Syria)
Lovers read the wound
We wrote the wounds
into another time
We painted
our time:
my face was evening,
your eyelashes the morning.
Our footsteps are blood and longing.
Every time they rose they plucked us,
hurling their love, hurling us,
a rose to the winds.

Beginning of sex-I
Room balconies darkness
tracing of wounds
a body breaks
slumber
between wondering and loss
our blood revolves in question and answer
speech is the maze.