Ibn al Haytham - The First Scientist - Alhazen - Ibn al Haitham - Alhacen  


When I was your guest,
you offered yourself
as the host. Your tongue
melted on my tongue
like pressed bread.
Your moisture
filled my mouth
like wine.
And when you spoke my name,
it rang like a bell.

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