Nahid

Ten feet tall, if she's an inch, her skin so dark as walnut wood,
She sways on stage and claps her hands, and whoops in time.
Her sister sings. I stare in anonymity. How could I join her
On the stage? What would it take to get her to see me,
And bring me to her side? The music coils like a cobra.
Now her sister ululates. She smiles, out of reach, the Other.
Soon enough, the show will end. The lights will rise.
She'll blow a kiss and disappear, and I'll go back to going
Through the motions of my boring life, imagining at intervals
How splendid all would seem to be if I could have her
In my arms beneath a desert moon.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-27 at 14:36

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