sheik


By Lilian Negoi

your dreams –
tasseography on the bottom
of my coffee cup

and me
queening over
the reminiscence of
your desert

dunes of
your unraveled fears
brushed by my breath
while your voice
seeks the right pitch
for not scratching my name –

did you ever think
that you could grow
rainbows in my eyes
and I would become
your perfect oasis?

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