Mona Haydar

a would be lover, that never was,

i am naked beneath prayer clothes.

amber ambiance –

another sun has set

in submission to moon-

another of my allotted days

is blotted out.

the way you orbited me-

my flesh was paper

to your pen.

my spirit

submitted to your whim –

and so it was

: maktub :

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