The ring on her nose
glints in the sun.I ask where she is from
and she says
Filisteen.She says Filisteen
with the Arabic pronunciation
and her eyes are fire.
They dare me to ask.I don't.
Her eyes are fire
and I don't want to know
what they have seen.
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Poetrythe walls with blued body scents soft on the skin, the curtains drawn and a lover asleep close by. ...
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The ring on her nose
glints in the sun.I ask where she is from
and she says
Filisteen.She says Filisteen
with the Arabic pronunciation
and her eyes are fire.
They dare me to ask.I don't.
Her eyes are fire
and I don't want to know
what they have seen.