Saturday, July 14, 2012

The Dancer

I want to make a dress like a lighted minaret
like a fountain's kiss of water
like a silhouetted dome in the Cairo skyline


I want to make a dress like this
to pirouette through these ravaged streets
and reclaim the love that used to be here


I will make a flower crown and take it to my waiting lion
we will remember each hope
then set fire to the ocean of our hearts

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