The day I learned the language of flowers
I knew that every road would lead to her
And why not? Through her whispers I ascended
I summoned her soul every morning — every evening — unbending
I made that smile my habit, my solace when the light was ending
And that laugh — it invaded me back when I thought my chances were spent, pretending
She ran through my blood like the years run through grain
She traded my groaning for longing — rinsed the rust from my chain
?Did I fall into her
My heart went quiet. It laid its weapons down
Joy became the surgeon, time the scar — and she the crown
?So how could I live without her now — in this body, in this town
...Perhaps
Perhaps because she is my mirror — my double, my own error
...Perhaps
Perhaps because she is my very breath — my life after death, my yes to the terror
I don't know. I don't grasp. I don't understand a word
My soul arrived before my feet — where she is heard
The jasmine
Yes — the jasmine bird
When she saw me, she smiled — my letters scattered like ash
Her beauty rewrote my tongue. My words turned to flash
She laughed. She lit the east. She swore by God — and my walls went smash
?Did I fall into her
...Yes
Who are you? she whispered. What are you — speak fast
?to know the tongue of flowers without seasons massed
?Don't you know who I am
Tell me, dreamer nailed to the mast
I am Adam. I am the first page of the telling
A chapter that never closes — not even when the ink is swelling
My father searched for Eve — forty years in the dust
He never tired. Never traded. Never rusted his trust
I was carved from his rib. I grew in her womb
?Do you not understand the clay, the loom, the tomb
?Did I fall into her
...Yes
...Did you know her? Perhaps
...Did you see her?Perhaps
...Did you speak to her? Perhaps
...Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps
And you say you fell into her
?yet you don't even know her weather or her fur
...Listen
I have longed for a moon to light my ceiling
A wind to shield my noonday bleeding
A flower to stop my wasteland — its dry, slow kneading
?So — has the moon appeared
?Has a breeze made the desert green and seeded
...She sighed
She broke the silence. Broke the night's agreed-on meaning
I left you a letter. She who walked among flowers forever
chasing her dream without tiring, without clever
Companion to her night — not a chain, not a tether
She lit the dark like a halo — like a feather
...She sighed again
:And she closed her letter with a vow no fate could sever
"Be my homeland — and I will be your heaven forever"
