The Language of the Body

SARA ELKAMEL
We pull the black of Rum over our eyes / like skin. God’s earth is vast, vast, vast—but by day / she wrapped her limbs around my limbs and drew / my air. I follow her into the dark, consider saying: Please, / I don’t know what you need—but all I see is red. / At the foot of the dunes I push her, soft as the sin