Jeopardy

She abridges the contending colors
Of her kind
In one

This way,
All swirl in their impurities,
Whereas her water
Is the firstborn.

All abandoned her
Since she hid away inside her cage,
Dark as the depths,
Bright as a slap.

All abandoned her
Out of ignorance
Or jeopardy.

All abandoned her
Since she became
The zealous and the unruly
Combined.

She never improvised love
Without exaggerating her impetuousness
And never crafted a rhyme
Without suffering its sting.

Pledged to the postponed moment,
Sculpted by the uncertain signs:

She is the orbit
Of the defeated pleasure,
And the ripe fruit
On a stripped “table spread”

Pledged to the postponed moment,
Sculpted by the uncertain signs:

She is who they would disclose not
Nor would lay the cross on.

The Imams judge
That she has to lay the veil
All over her willing organs

Yet, happiness requires
The harvest of her first blood
As she is the oblation of the tribes.

Darkened by interdiction,
Outspread to the edges:
She is the Magdalene of the days of sin.

I say:
Leave her to the mission of roses
Spreading clouds of incense
Over the dismissing heads

Leave her to the milk of dawn
Dropping its blessings
On the seedling of slumber

Leave her to the act of the wind
Heaving her desire
To the silk of the ocean

Leave her to the vertigo
Under her toppled dome
And broken sky

I say:
Leave her
To the vain duel
In Babylon
Dishonored by
Homelessness,
Traffic,
And electricity of crime.

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