Through Your Jalousies

I sat atop that hill there, see?

I reached and saw you descend

like that sequin for myself

I peeled off her dress.

Now I have you:

Blackened and dull but

while you fell you burnt

with what consumptive ecstasy

could only belie

that message most awaited, true,

but having lost all surprise!

You see? It is become as she,

foretold my Andromeda, beloved.

But from afar have you traveled,

and I'll not be thought unkind.

So before you rest

speak your mind -

lest we part again

after tonight. And I'd rather

hear it from you and sooner

but, and do please pardon,

for so saying, my candor,

but this hero is come late

and inspires in us,

us of Him, see?

Little or no fright.

Islamabad

October - December 2010

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