A tale that transcends time
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She danced
Upon the sunny dunes,
Twirled beneath the shady trees.
Her hair blew behind her,
A stormy cloud.
I watched enchanted,
The beats of the daf
Matched the beats of my heart.
Her arms moved gracefully,
Fingers tracing a passionate story only few could read.
The scent of oudh,
The burning coals,
Only served to set ablaze my unquenchable needs.
The sun hung high,
She continued to dance unbothered,
In a trance.
The heat soaked through to our very bones,
Her hips shook to a beat unknown,
A euphony to the soul.
The jewels glinted underneath the sun
Casting shadows of red, greens, and blues
With every step that she took.
A clap,
A twirl,
A shimmy,
A leap,
A laugh and a sultry glance.
The memories claimed me,
A siege upon my mind.
Her laughter,
Her touch,
Her impish smile.
Ours was a tale written amongst the sand,
Storms of time claimed the granules themselves,
Yet our tales remain untouched,
Carved within the spirit of our land.
The trees shook with the breeze,
Dates lay scattered upon the ground.
Her feet splashed through the puddle
As she ran past me,
A mess of winding alleys and crumbling steps.
I gave chase,
Through the alleys,
Up the steps,
Our laughter echoing,
We ran till we were breathless.
She grinned,
Her head thrown back in challenge,
I almost caught her…
The beats of the daf thrummed through me,
Pulling me out of my reverie,
My eyes drawn to her once more,
Through the shisha clouded haze,
I saw her.
She arched towards the sun,
Her body bowing to the rhythm,
She turned towards me,
Pinned me with her gaze.
Her cherry lips turned up in a coy smile,
Fingers beckoned closer.
Yet before I even moved,
She turned away,
I would always chase her.
She was,
Elusive as the grains of sand,
Capricious,
A force none could withstand.
Spirit untamed as the wild desert,
A soul unbound and unclaimed.
