the scent of bakhoor on soft white skin
and the drawing of black curls of mystery you can follow them all over a dusked body
in sandal smoke
warpped in red satin pearled with flowers , silk flowers, gold
touched by gold
marriage on my mind
i let the train so far away from red, gold and softness carry me into this boringword
of green, blue and normal
the speed of the hightrain is not able to whisk me far from my dreams
instead it brings me to them
i let my weight light for a second onthis roller coaster journey of body here and mind there and soul somewhere in beween
what is it that you want
why do you feel forever alone
or do you need someone to tell you , you are forever alone
countryside whips by, lights barely hold my eye
i cannot concentrate excpet in this eerie collection of unknown places
but wanting things i do not have
and for a minute
for even less than a minute
it was in my control
if i want i can have
i deserve to have
if i want
marriage on my mind
comecloser and stop this madness of foreign attitude
why do i alienate my thoughts so badly
why do i run continents just to dance
just to smell dilka evenings and bakhoor mornings merging into the afternoon hibiscus . shimering with iceand topped with perfect red velvet cake velvet and red with love and red food colouring proud next to red satin and the sweet wave of mbcdrama in the background of a khartoum sunset and cardamon hot tea in the missing hour when it is not too early and not too late - its hard to perfect but here it is perfected just before the nightfully deepens and outside ideas are created ...or not but stars follow us no matter where we go until the night sinks and sinks and it is twilight it is forever still it is believably beautiful it is the queit of romance and the moon shines us both
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