Jahangir’s Zebra by Nadir’ul-’asri Master Mansur
February at the V&A, manuscripts of Saadi’s Gulistan; quiet rubies on a dagger. You in this poem, in that roomSomewhere on all fours lookingfor a cuff link. Tracing your back; a stairwell of looselight—how I muddlethrough, like a dog in a coffeehouse—alert to sleep and sex, deploying wit to desiccatea zealot, plying tumblers of wine. …