They stand on two junctions,
each other with a jawbone to sneer the other,
at the tip of the descent into the distant valley of radiant selves.
Light and smoke blow over stained waters to set the gush free
Of bile and fire trapped in the corners of her mind.
Let me be wafted to Paradisé,
Like sweet-incensed song in the heart of a newly-wed
Leave me be with wings like childish dreams
with lofty destinations like Canaan and Mecca
Lend me a secret path to Dahomey to see the Khaba,
to pray to Fatimah.
15/01/2018 11:42 (From Casablanca to London)