Through the transparent gown,
Low light from a table lamp in the back room,
Your long legs
Were luminous in the door.
I moved fearlessly.
Shame hung back
On the acacia trees
In the rain.
A muezzin was calling folks
To prayer.
We spread a picnic blanket
On the bed.
That's how everything happened first.

           Murat Nemet-Nejat
           Trembling Letters, 1995 (Australia)