Border


I dream

of your mouth.

tunneling the same

stolen land. I wait

for your tenderness.

bleeding along

a foreign border,

I was born

In awe. of your green

stone eyes. and I knew

no freedom. not sutured

into arms weeping

with sweat and rosewater.

Not now

in this hold.

that crumbles

as the tax man,

form in hand,

sings

in clean black lines.