On summer evenings
by Samiya Bashir
When I do
I picture you
filleted and grilled
a dusting of olive
oil peeled ginger
and leeks. Seasons.
I look at you
see skin and char
smoldering scars
as script. Constellations
shimmer and smoke. My love,
bid me singe with you. I’ll sing.
Originally published in Gospel by Samiya Bashir, copyright 2009.
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