The book of love

Light steps, not baby ones

so light they don't leave prints

but tattoos all over my heart

you've written a new book

and allowed me to read it

slowly, syllable by syllable

"The ayanna-aayanna of love"

Weavers' Song

We weave even when we are too poor

and are without needle or thread

we weave and we are woven 

by accident and choice 

trapped and freed at the same time

and only when one condition is met,

and that is a subject forbidden