The Taste of Snow and Fire
Nizar said it like no other
though known and simple but far from home
for he knew of this story long before
those eyes met that angelic face
and stayed on that antic road of no trace
and no apt words, no anchors and no shore
I tasted both in every breath
every morning its dew cheated death
in every stare and sight you were not there
and in every flight robbed of its sky and air
I tasted both in every sigh
I thought I felt your touch and warmth
holding back a tear and a lie
I tasted both as one, no clutch and no form
endless as in oath, dark and shy
hiding from them, from all
from you and me, in thrawl
from grace, from love, solitary and dire
remains the taste of your snow and your fire.
