Solstice still brings me your name,
A subjective conjunction
A phrase replayed
With routine sophistication and lapsed subtleties.
Undone by a fragile sun
Summed up by the endsum
Dawn drawing harder than dogfight, faster than a pull-down.
No lack in this uncased rack
it’s full price; what a prize
favored by your laugh and sighs,
shrugging off the lavish craving
cold lips speaking لو سمحت
Only to be rescued by the welcome abyss.
Underneath the absence
The cradled knowing
Synchronous with undoing.
