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the first time i ever read the rubbiyat
we were naked, entwined, satiated
in someone else’s bed
on borrowed time.
you had brought it for me to see
after telling me about the
richness of imagery
and the surprising sentiments
expressed
so long ago in islamic arabia.
i fell in love with the lyrical voice
of the author as your breath
warmed my neck.
we read the pages together
with limbs entangled, sticky and slick
before we delved back
into carnality again
drinking in the wine of life
and savoring it as old omar suggested
before we or it are gone.
copyright 2008
Lillian
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