The Thousand and One Heights
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لحب الجنسي
Let us imagine that we have an hour
Alone together in Alhambra tiles,
A fountain playing near us with its shower
Of love that glistens with a goddess’ wiles
(Assuming Muslims have some secret god
Like Venus). We might fantasize that we
Will let our lips and fingers, overawed
By touch and strokes, find serendipity
More beautiful than arches holding holes
As decorations, pierced through lace-like stone,
Pierced, pierced the holes held up by hard, hard poles.
Like gods paired up we find ourselves alone.
The wateriness of love as slippery pair
