If you would come

“If you would come to me
Arms open.. As wide as a field of tulips in Holland
As narrow as the veins of my left hand
As immense as a miracle
As mediocre as an awaited death
If you would come to me
Naked as the last autumn leaf in a London park
Covered like the veiled face of a shy bride
As mysterious as the kohled blue eyes of the Tetuan tribe
Clear as the blade that cuts who we were from who we are
If only you would come to me
Unexpectedly
With the longing of months of drought
Assuredly
Like the first October rain
If only you would come with the slow footsteps of Sahara men
With the flurry of a barking dog
Mad as a bull in the middle of an arena in Madrid
Vanquished and prideful like the last matador…
If only you would come to me…
Tonight…
From the sparkle in your right eye…
Tonight…
From the dryness in your lower lip…
Tonight…
I’ll set the rest of this burning city
on FIRE”

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