I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and do not try
to make both worlds fit in one mouthful.
I keep secret in myself
an Egypt that does not exist. Is that good or bad? I do not know.
For years, I gave away sexual love with my eyes. Now I don’t. I am not in any one place. I do not have a name for what I give away. Whatever Shams gave, that you can have from me.