Twilights The world is heavy Heavy Like a desert sunset At the end Of a blistering day When the sun Has fallen on the earth With shameless lust And heat Feasts on the flesh Of all living. The world is light Light Like a jungle sunrise: Countless, awakening vapors Setting free Tropical birds, fragile Lotus perfume - The delicate, delectable kisses Of lotus blossoms. I am As the world is: Two yet one. When my dark Face turns away From my light Face When my light Face Turns away From my dark I am dangerous Death's companion When my two Faces interface The highter self And lower self Meet, nakedly, fearlessly, and embrace I am harmony. I am peace. Like two Reciprocal bowls Catching and pouring reality: Beginning... endlessly. But where In motion and vast illusion Is truth?  Wait! I will tell you. Between this And that Is all I am. I am like the world. We are tattooed With one another's Twilights. Heba Sometimes I willl rock you like a safe boat on the hot and breathing sea. Sometimes you will be my ocean and we will roll together into the depths and heights of ecstasy. Sometimes there will be rumbling mountains and mountain thunders and the wind of the desert around the oasis of your love parts and the roar of the lion of heart's old legend, whose shadow is prowling hunger, over the moonlight and across the campfires of the hot and breathing night. Sometimes I will be all to the all of you and you to the all of me and we will dissolve together--melt, tender, sweetly--to more perfectly be. Sometimes--ohhh, Heba! * we will count as two feeding and sometimes only one the mystery complete hushed and very full like the heavy gardenof a silent Egyptian moon. Like the first night under the date palms --look, woman! stars and God-swept trees-- of Eden. * Arabic, a woman's name, meaning "gift'. (c) David Sparenberg 2002

David Sparenberg writes plays, poetry and short stories, has appeared in over 100 print periodicals and journals in six countries.