These Threads

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!

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