Your mind is a beautiful raiment
Of an alien geometric pattern
I was haunted by your icy banner
Your sermon of the snow
Your soul is a beautiful sky-trace
Of an alien enchanted thrill
I was haunted by your perverse design
Your sensuality of dark heavens
Your body is a beautiful smouldering city
Of an alien city I once called home
We have not sown this, it has come from before
Like a karma of how I go to things I love
Your mind does justice, in the places
Between us, like velvet telepathy
Of an alien fashion, I used to know about
The place of higher skill, the paradise of migratory students.
Wuji Seshat 