These threads tell a story
upon thousands shape the delicate
flowers neck
she wraps the toub with shaky hands
still unused to
gets looks
exquisite physique divine
draped with a cloth so refined,
whichever way your body moves no doubt gazes will mirror,
a narrative linked to each print
to each wrinkle
to each time the silky fabric has to be readjusted by your nimble fingers,
a nymph of the Nile with an
inky trace of history gorgeously outlining her hands and feet
I say wear with pride!
Don’t be shy!
how you don them
what unmatched glory
These threads tell a story
upon thousands shape the outmatched grace
of how he coyly wraps his first 3ima
the unbroken cord still linked to her banks
each loop
each twist
a testament to the thick salty blue in his veins
a coil of legends sits atop his head
his jalabeeya does nothing to hide but only displays
the contour of his shapely arms
collarbone
to his chest
down…
the tip of my eyelashes only offer praise to the silhouette of his frame
I say wear with pride!
Don’t be shy!
I say with pride!
Don’t be shy!
Nubian(Q) 