You walked in wearing sandals
Inside
where you freed your hair
and unravelled my pride
you asked
‘Can you see the gates of Damascus
the shrines of Konya
an Andalusian bride?
Can you see the universe expand
into the circuits of my mind?’
And I followed you inside
You sizzled like sulphur
you steamed like rain
you made love like a sunset
and you came like a tide.
And I
I followed you inside.