Sufi Style
delicious
nutritious
archives
i took a line, stretched it,
a crack appeared, soon it would widen,
leaping through bounds and churches
to give my gleaming gem a home,
taking thought, creating action,
always remembering the webs i weave
are delicate, are only mine in that
they are yours, and his and hers
and ours and theirs.
call me a thief, did you know what you had before
i took it away?