Oh saqi! How I have imagined you, strewn with rose petals
in a pool of cool rosewater, lying on marble stone.
Like Prometheus, you are bound, but it is I that lies beside you
and no eagle devours our guts, for it is love that consumes us
her tempestuous fires blinding as a seraph’s touch.
The golden chains that bind us are thick as bone,
alive with marrow that whispers of tenderness
hollow, they have secrets that span the ages-
brim with words I’ll never know.
You are my aegis, my pillar, and when I
close my eyes, you’re still branded
on my lids like a watermark.
No matter what halls I walk, I cannot escape you.
Fun-house mirrors cannot lie, for even in their
mercury, you are never distorted, always true,
you carry me.