I saw both of you
entwined by the wind
Moistened by the rough
tongue of desire
Your lactating breasts
Without breath
Like rose bushes drunk
on water’s delicacy
Like twins.
I saw both of you
lying down
On the hateful gold
of yellow flowers
Tearing apart your flesh
in furtive shadows
Skimming your
sleeping passions.
And like a tree
ashamed of its nudity
Alone, flat against
an evil sky,
I stood there like
a pitiful clown
with a ruffled heart.

– Joyce Mansour