To Scherazade: Teller of Tales
"The sheik wishing he could let Scherazade know how he has come to love her but must let her go"
Lying here these thousand nights,these torches dimming,these pillows crushed,our minds softened by the hoursand these cups of wine—by the wildness of your tales,your way with words,yet feeling this momentlike sand falling through the glasscome to this.You came to me that...