I watched their intricate wedding, pictured from behind a closed dispensary of explicit detail of a teenage affair in mid summer Khartoum vicinity of imagination – overlooking the shooting stars of my dreams at Twighlight Africa; I reached into their dream – trying to grasp the one future accommodating my life – wedding pictures transforming a memory of an affair where his passionate air whisked me away with heaven jewels and a love pranced into the moonlight silk afar the mantel piece
I searched over the layer of grey and white shadows of a photographic deviant – artistically carrying me into a deepness where my eyes shook and trembled into his arms and my hands grew feverishly under the lit lamps of speeding lines of love
I tried to show calm and subtle curiosity but inside bled the torrent of desire of a lucid measure of Nile waters flooding the nature of agony yearning for a gulp of delicious wedding pictures – I felt the honey medicament of their baby oil the sweet temperament of flavor living beyond their doorstep coloring the night – the wind blowing; I asked for directions – show me more, show me how - over a diet coke answer she led the path of my wishes – I commanded my despair to drink but I had already been disgusted with lust and thin slices of connected kisses – thin waves of …everything I ever wanted
As he drove out of the driveway her heart missed a beat for him already – and I missed a heart for my fading dream drama of sluggish fairytale coming last and forgotten under our neighborhood street lamps
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