An Egypt That Does Not Exist

I want to say words that flame

as I say them, but I keep quiet

and don't try to make both worlds

fit in one mouthful.

I keep secret in myself

an Egypt that does not exist.

Is that good or bad? I don't know.

For years I gave away sexual love

with my eyes. Now I don't.

I am not in any one place.

I do not have a name for what I give away.

Whatever Shams gave,

that you can have from me.