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.
