She was covered in black, a whirling, twirling abbaya*. Her love meshed into you, crimson-blood drops on your lips, Only when she touched you the lights went on, the darkness of her cloak was a death sentence. Careful, don’t exoticize, don’t eroticize, don’t Orientalize. The accelerando of her whispers under the moonlight The adrenaline of bodies not meeting, the gypsy of…