My lover’s hand is a traveller
Mapping my body’s coordinates
The very angle where earth, space and heat
Become water.
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A traveller’s hand is a child
An innocent grasping for new things
Stories, memories, images, sleep
A nostalgic desire for old things
Stories, memories, images, simpler times.
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A child’s hand is a woman
An enduring, present life force.
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A woman’s hand is an amen
Paper-thin wrinkles clasped in prayer
Moulding shit into fire kebabs
Pulling life from the dredges of drying earth
Pleasuring, bathing
Cradling souls that wander
Far towards the end of the sun
A passioned hunger
Ever at their heels.
Cover Image: Sadia Marium
