I saw a small Bedouin girl playing in the ruins near here a few weeks ago...
Child
Child
Desert dry hair,
Blown and twisted with sand and dry sun,
Carved into light and dark.
Playing in Roman ruins,
Ancient dust of heroes,
It's all over your tiny brown feet.
With open eyes, light and quick-gleaming,
Sparkling, even though there is nothing in your hands,
Nothing in your belly,
You roll in the grass.
With this nothing, you have captured me.
The wildness of your play,
Spiralling through the old broken columns.
You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,
And I ache for my lover to join me,
So we can make another like you.
march 2011
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