Imperial Love

Of a nature foreign

Your Love was.

Your route

My Sea of tears.

The Moon of your splendour

Never set upon me.

With religious rumours

You established yourself

In me.

Your imperial eyes:

My heart - a Colony.

It distorted everything

 I possessed

Steadily.

My Indigenous Memory.

My Empire of Thoughts.

My History of Desires.

My Culture of Silence.

My Language of Love.

Now,

After years of oblivion

My Language writes back

To Your Imperial Love

With an urgent zeal

“Come back

And

distort me all over again”