In the pitchness

of the black

there's always Venus

shining

Fetching firewood

in boots & underwear

50 Fahrenheit

is summer

when it's winter

Here

Cold fell out

of the stars today

But not in Mauritius

Gods are gathering

at Izumo

painting all month

Teaching us to listen

speaking in shinjitsu

Laying in a pile

of names who claimed

to adore me, love me

who hurt me

Behind each mask a God

looking me in the eye

I'm starting to unwind

this confusion

gratefully. We don't dance 

in the flames anymore

And I won't hide my love

for you

Bahman Saatchi Art