For Emir

The evening sun warms my right hand –

Oh, it reminds me of you!

Resting on my arm,

Coiled tightly, pressing against my sternum

It almost breaks.

I write my heartstrings into love letters I tear apart

For fear I sound too fiercely in adoration

Love, feeling –

Senses, thinking;

While the sun sinks northwest, still -

My tiny heart loves you,

It’s full -

Starvation is now a stranger who used to visit during my lone hours,

And now it is dark,

But I hunger no more since the day my eyes, fingers;

Heart, feasted on yours,

My rosewater,

Never leave me thirst for more.