Her Essential Parts (Updated):

Your breasts are not clusters of olives
Your name is not the twinless night
You are not the moon viridian  of
Virgin mother skies
You are not the ocean lapping at fervent
Shores
You are not wet with pious want for an
Absent Beloved
You are not a garden enclosed
You are no howri gazelle playful wide-eyed
You are not the dark rank clay
You are not the ziggurat misty mountain pique
Of universal cosmic knowledge
Behind a door of purity your heart the organ
Of His entrance into the world
These gifts offered and not stolen...

Two black olives
Her eyes
Her nipples
Twin clusters of rubies
Hair of ashes
Mingled with the black earth
Hands in the palm
Twin basins of marble
Or the pool where a gazelle bends
To quench her thirst
Where the houri bathe
A garden in shadows
Beneath her mantle
An oasis from which my lips are sated
Thighs pillars of alabaster
Feet as knotted wood
We parted and sighed
And kissed goodbye...