This past weekend I went out and met a guy from Sudan, I told him that he made me want to write about him…so here goes.
Something about you says Egypt.
Skin the color of sand dunes you
ooze history. I imagine a delta
somewhere near Atbarah that
flows endlessly and whispers
your name. I reached at your
hair, as you drew your hat closer
not realizing the beauty of your
dark features. I was drawn to you.
You told me stories of Dubai and
I felt like a child, wide eyed, listening.
There is this ancestral beauty that
either possesses you or you possess it,
and somehow it became contagious.