Blues for Maalouf (when will you become a woman)

To the Following Music:


and the trumpet sounded the orient


where do you come from
in the night as the piano plays
another blues

when will you be woman
woman with a voice

you share a bed with memory

dark soils hide you from dawn

night a deeper cloak for a smile

there is no trust which is not distance
which does not sing from another land

in the desert sands
i was closer to this sound of trust

i played this naked piano first

i watched the blues pour from your eye

it wasn't a crime

it was the play of love on love

it was dawn being dawn


we are paths to nowhere

our graces are words

folded fingers of perfumes rare

leavened scriptures
kneaded by our bodies

crawl across


to where woman becomes woman

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