Bassima

Sister what was that time, when I sought out prayers on trains, sweated in your clime, did you catch me rocking, arms like drain pipes in the rain, it isn't me that mocks, the great poets of Alexandrine, God is not afraid, there is a love inside, see my tears and help me up, maybe we pay all the same, don't turn away my look, will you ever bide the line, play me into the game, say everything will be fine, anchors bind me like twine, freighters ply their ancient lanes, i sit beside the tide, cannot say your name.