On Desire Dujie Tahat A firm hand. The shadow waves of satin. I am not yet flesh. He calls me baby, and I touch my face. I'm searching for god when I oil my body in the mirror. To love it mean to love a man mean an opening to another man. When I take my glasses off all the lines blur. A body is a body without language, I tell my girlfriend and she laughs, mouth wide enough to hide in. she shows me my soft parts. I dissolve into what. I forget hiding also means a good beating, the way passion can be suffering. I can't believe my whole life I never touched what made me holy. We have bread, butter and nowhere to be. Dujie Tahat is the author of "Here I am O my God" (Poets' Society of America, 2020), selected for a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship, Salat (Tupelo 2020), winner of the Tupelo Press Summer Garden Chapbook Award.