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"It won't be long, now
before we can hear
the call to prayer."
was finally
you said to me.

I fell asleep
intertwined
my arms around
my fingers bound
between your skin
your breath on mine.

You bathed me twice
in sugar wine
the hallow sound
of one thousand
watermelons
ripe from the vine

and we danced
fever to fever
flesh to sand
castle to skin
we danced

music by the ocean
an African beat
our bodies a burning
ash pulled through the streets

and we danced
music slipped
a shadowed glance
lyric to lip
between strings of beading
between hidden shops

music in the mud
guitar in your hands
and chased down the alleys
our fiery dance

a melody meeting
in sand and then fleeting
encountered twice
under Moroccan lamps
under stone and stemming
under no pretense

You sang along
together our song
we became the bliss
most influenced
they came to catch on
they came to steal

we became music
we became beat
drumming the planet
roots through our feet
we became
and we danced

We danced the sofa
with hands to our hands
heartbeats rewritten
a rhythm enhanced
a flash of colored glass

We danced the doorway
a passing of heat
a pushing of friction
adorning addiction
and into the alley

We danced the way
light foot to the fray
a song for the mange
a wind that maintains
the city itself

we danced together
became one another
pulled deep in our lungs
the city our mother

and we became,
we became
what becomes
the breath of a lover
the night and no other
we become