Ghazal for Waiting
Small fly dark bare leg across a moistened eye, drink with me.Sunbent proof around an amber glass star, drink with me.
By sapphire lens skirt the dust mote's edge as friends pass by,
The pleat of noonday door alight in one dark hour, drink with me.
In her smoky eye a theater of pain lays in quiet ambush, el Alemain
Passwords are required. The convoys much too far away, drink with me.
Pass what you will to the spies, the thieves, the webs of clinking glasses;
It does not matter if your weapons of deceit taste slightly sour, drink with me.
We all come to the same well, clones of thirst before eternal desire.
Slide in here. I wait for you like a maggot in a dark bar, drink with me.
