Laura Sweezy

“To make sure none followed where you led

I used my hair to cover our tracks.

Sun set on the island of our bed

night rose

eating echoes

and we were beached there, in tangles of flicker,

candles whispering at our driftwood backs.

Your eyes above me

afraid of the promises I might keep

regretting the truth we did say

less than the lie we didn't,

I went in deep, I went in deep,

to fight the past for you.

Now we both know

sorrows are the seeds of loving.

Now we both know I will live and

I will die for this love.

-Sadiq Khan, Sufi poet”
― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram