My lover’s hand is a traveller

Mapping my body’s coordinates

The very angle where earth, space and heat

Become water.


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.


A child’s hand is a woman

An enduring, present life force.


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