Two Poems

 TORONTO 2012

You answer my call

by calling

me

What does it mean

to mean

nothing?

Life

inhabits the geography

of time

and parentheses

open their arms

to margins

You lick my tongue

like a lullaby

My branches

sawed

by my roots

Falling—

I drink destiny—

an extinct genre

I wish

I had

missed your call

PAYÄM-DÄR[1]

You arrived at manhood

submitted

to the imperative—Iqra’[2]

in the cave—

your chest

crushed under revelation

Your large eyes—

the myth

of your long hair

You joined the mountain with the city—

the thunder with the earthquake—

poetry with faith

defied narrow eyes

guarding you against you—

the most absent from the earth and the sky—

rasul[3] of love—