A Poem for Aliaa

We meet in college
and play games
wearing T shirts
that say things like

time flies like an arrow
fruit flies like a banana

We sleep alone
horniness pervading
the quiet room


To close our eyes
and implode
into nothing

In dream
come slumber
enshroud in thy purple cloak

a mending wall
for all the tears
in the fabric
of time
made out of hydrogen lines


Who are you?
Nature, or grace?
Why does nature vy with itself?
Are there two powers in nature, and not one?
Does nature have some avenging power within itself?

Where do you like to be touched, on your breast?

When the universe began
the band was playing our song
on instruments out of tune
you were unborn

I dream about you and I
coming together

all is fair
in love
and war
space married time
at the altar

At the fall of her wedding dress
an old flower
comes alive
from 32,000 years before Christ
and blooms white
against  russian snow