Reprieve

I seem to have loved you in numberless

forms, numberless times… - R. Tagore

Draped around me today and
tomorrow my memory
aches warm.

I draw you
in knowing
soon I lose you knowing soon
my misery will cool my
grimace will fade like your
knuckleprints on my back. Knowing
you will unclasp from my shoulders
to leave me bared, still.

I won’t waste
this sorrow I’ve earned.
Who am I to deny my anguish
the embrace it’s owed?

Night Sailing, Karim Amr

Almaza, Karim Amr

Lost in the Dark, Karim Amr