by Michal Mahgerefteh
At the edge of faults hidden
thoughts, sculpted and flowed.
But tonight Love came to my
door to pour milk over words
and parchment, descended dark
in a blaze of molten gold. And
I and Love, entwined in each
other’s arms, vowed an equal
ardor. My face suffused with
cheer as Love marked my door
with chai chai chai.