Eros and his Hidden Lover

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

and twisted.