Her cheek is Black
Anima grows envious; cries
mine is blacker!
(blacker? one could protest)
her Black is Soft
in an embrace
she eclipses night
with Night
Deep Night that knew no yestereve
and her Softness is named Qâf
and the glorious Qur’ân
(benediction of my ears)
is her whispering, intimate breath
jealous Anima sunders our union
dancing away
i catch a darting glint from her eye
(affection or rue?)
her eyes keep the Secret
i’ve lost head, life, heart
soul’s volition too: sacrificed
all I guard is a name
(not mine)
Love,
(Life,)
words are worship
please say amen
Love,
(Life,)
word are lies
others have a whispering Khannâs
and she is mine
Perfect is the Hand that fashioned you, that
though created, your beauty be uncreate
none but God knows God, and
only heart knows heart
i am poor, yet nobles condescend
be gentle with me
blanket me in warm, Deep Night
