Quiet Pose
HOOKS
In the haberdashery of my heart
I remember
We pulled figs from pregnant boughs
Strange music
A call to prayer
In a bath we gorged on mangoes
You licked my fingers
A scent of jasmine cloys the air
Lost in medina, a one-eyed urchin shows the way
The stars are different
Even the sun does not burn
From a train, the sudden surge of robed men on horseback
Laughing, laughing, upturned faces in tropical drench
Easy nonchalance of youth
Careless stains
Trampled blossoms disregarded
Wendy Walker 2000