Piercing a Fantasy 2

I breathe in the khartoum air - its 7.36 pm the intermediate intervel between maghrib and isha boundaires azans getting ready to speak out for the final time - the rounding of prayers for a final day - a new day - my day - i see car lights hushing through the streets whispering stories and passing memories
i see shops opened and filled with foods yet pockets empty i smell bread packed in clear plastic bags packed for my romantic heart - dinners of fool and falafel i see colours of baklawa just upon the bridge to cross the nile - its a lightened dark of myseterious images ones hearbreaking ones heartmending - the sound car our sound car takes me where i want to go home and in it is  him - the soldier ive always asked for dreamed for - he is tired from a long day of work and yet he is prepared to save me anytime - the radio softly beats musical rythmyms i do not really know and yet i am so familiar with the echoes that blend english tunes my body likes with sudanese voices my mind hears - a strange communication with a far away submission of history present with time - he turns the stirring wheel with one hand knowledge on his mind faith in his heart - sweat on his soul - life on his street and tired eyes on his lips but he is calm and brave driving khartoum -, i can see him breathing though his shirt , he rests his hand with our wedding ring on it on his lap, brushing my life with it as he goes moves - he is a smooth escapade of love and family my family - working all day and then collecting me from a mornings contribution of extended aunts and cousins - 'did you have fun baby ?' I pull my hand out to touch his forehead , he smiles and my lips curl with happinness - 'are you tired ?' yeah i had a long day at work' ... but he takes my hena'd hand of flowers and leaves and kisses one flower and then follows a leaf with his lips my breath stops at the stoplight - his lips forming strength on my fingers, temptation everwhere elese  i want to love him forever - im going to love him forever - a big coca cola poster looks at us - tempting us to drink it cold and dark in this hot and dark evening of fallen night - 8.01pm we are close to home khartoum heart beats dissolve into me and i into him - he makes my heart shine and my fears tremble and run - ' im so full from dinner ' you liked it ? i'm glad - he stares at the red light to change and i stare at  him - I cant help it no longer - 'I love you' he hears me but he doesnt say anything --to ...................be continued