The Gazelle
Al Reem Al Nuaimi my last name holds
the soft whisper of midnight encounters
and my first a river of musk and burnt oud from last night’s hunt on the outskirts of
* ابوظبيwhen you told me
that what the stars comment on in the grip of secrets
is a blue lagoon of misery and i told you the only misery i know is his grip on my wrists that grey day in الشارقة.** i think men grow up with plants
and with visions of palm trees, oak, and a brown weeping willow, you said
and i told you that i watched her weep in *** عجمان
and listened to her empty her sorrow when she asked me to turn your youthful day into a poor night
and now here we are in the middle of nowhere, miserable.
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Abu Dhabi Sharjah
*** Ajman
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