Eros and his Hidden Lover
Trapped in my surroundings,
my place of birth, a ray of moonlight
unfolded, revealing the fragrant lavender petals
of a desert flower. I moved closer,
desperate to express my longing,
and calm the madness
in Eros's eyes.
I found my way to his tent
where voices of distant seas inhabit me,
where fear blinks as I learn to die
from the multiple definitions of East and West,
empty like the cracks in dry desert earth.
A needle stitched my tears.
Two thousand years in the thorny hands
of gods, a bitter pleasure.
Two worlds, two discernments.
Lost in the distracted indiscretion
of time. Stunned