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AL-MUTANABBEE (915-965)

My visitor,
with seeming diffidence,
withhholds her visitations
until dark.
She scorns a gift of mattresses
and gowns
To make a racking bed inside my bones.
Repudiated by the light, she weeps
Great tears that replicate her eyes.
I bathe in the cascade of that gaze.

A fearful pang like love anticipates
This apparition,
emptied of its ardor.
Twist of fate
In my own tortuous course,
How did you navigate
within this labyrinth?
You bleed a man
so cloaked in wounds
No flesh remains
for blades or arrows.

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