By Sally Ridgway Proler
Hassan, horse, hot-blooded Bedouin
teach me the moon desert of your paradox.
Make your deep descent from the Kopet
I seek you, Beloved, the sun and moon of your paradox.
I long for your willing kinship. Teach me
country of your restraint, your visceral paradox.
Treasure, you will sleep in my tent. You
will be both
my companion and icon in paradox.
Your forehead holds Allah’s blessings,
your arched neck,
His courage. He lives in your gentle, passionate paradox.
I will brush your golden coat, hand-feed
you fat-soaked bread,
my wandering country, my war-horse paradox.
Necklaces—turquoise, carmine; layers of
will not veil the cool truth of your fiery paradox.
I will endure your flashing eyes whirling
constancy in the circle of your paradox.
Submissive, cunning one, I will honor the
feral heart of your loyal paradox.
I am Sarah. Take my soul on your wingless
your earthy, ethereal paradox.