![]() ![]() Sometimes you sat beside me, your legs pulled up to your chin and your silk shawl over one shoulder in the silence of the night that had barely begun. I brushed your hair back to look into your eyes. In the final instant we glimpsed absolute solitude, each lost in a blazing chasm, but soon we returned from the far side of that fire to find ourselves embraced amid a riot of pillows beneath white mosquito netting. You pressed against me, you explored me, you scaled me, you fastened me with your invincible legs, you said a thousand times, come, your lips on mine. You opened to me, my hands on your twisting waist, your hands impatient. We were too close to see one another, each absorbed in our urgent rite, enveloped in our shared warmth and scent. You untied your sash, kicked off your sandals, tossed your full skirt into the corner-it was cotton, if I remember-and loosened the clasp that held your hair in a ponytail. Int'l Women's Conference - México, 2013. ![]() Anisfield-Wolf Book Awards Ceremony, 2017. ![]()
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