I moaned and sat up suddenly
Her eyes wide and her
Nostrils flaring for a blood test
Sweat formed on her upper lip
Where I could see
It would be the same deep cleft
A consideration to massacre
Where streams collected at the tip
Lay over this desert country
Ahead the stone mountains
Looking cool and welcoming
Blood red on her lips and tongue
She turned to look at me
Her back relaxed and mine stiffened
She raised her face to meet my own
Her chin braced on a blissful sun
…And she saw the glint of my one.
Her foot moved a few inches. Her toes touched the rock.
Hadi Atallah 
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