The Moments You Were Mostly Made of Sunlight

Your face
Peeking from sheets
And your eyes

Not insanity
But tangentially
Musical.

And the depth
Of every something twitch--
I, the ironic

Writer unable
To calculate differences.
So, as always,

It's the
Intuition ballpark--
When I was

Twenty I always
Talked about
Intimating ineffables--

Well, by the
Something of
Ultimate answer

Concept, if you
Had known,
Fallen into

Laughter's murky
Reciprocity. Bandaged
Your hands

Hair. By God,
You'd know,

How a woman,
Sometimes, can be
Mostly made

Of sunlight.

Copyright © 2002 Kemal Faruquee

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