I know his betraying hips

 

so well.

 

Every fluid twist and turn.

 

I watched him my sisters,

 

as a ghost.

 

Silent as the sand.

 

Undisturbed.

 

I ask you, where

 

did my reason go?

 

The day I saw his eyes.

 

Shimmering emeralds,

 

behind such hair,

 

black as kohl.

 

My sisters,

 

the ground withered

 

beneath my feet.

 

My heart became a guest.

 

A guest must never

 

be denied,

 

but I,

 

was never free to choose.

 

The moon is full.

 

Jihanah moon.

 

A pool of light falls,

 

a circular sea he dances across

 

moving like a mirage

 

of pure water.

 

But I, am left with salt

 

and a knife in my hand.

 

I spend the nights sleepless.

 

Dishonour, the blanket

 

which lies heavy

 

on me.

 

D.E.J. 2008

 

Published in Mudluscious.

Autumn 09

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