First Ghazal
Of unforeseen love
No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your belly.
No one knew that you martyred
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.
A thousand little Persian horses slept
in the moonlit plaza of your forehead
as I entwined four nights round
your waist, enemy of the snow.
Between gypsum and jasmine, your gaze
was a pale branch of seeds.
I searched my breast to give you
the ivory letters that say always.
Always, always: garden of my agony,
your body forever fugitive,
the blood of your veins in my mouth,
your mouth with no light for my death.
