A Middle Eastern woman
Hides behind her curtains
Her beauty is mystery
Her slender legs like silk
Her eyes piercing and aware
Her feet so cautious, yet so precise
She takes a step forward to give you a glimpse
Then two more back as if to reverse the event itself
She moves her hands like smoke
She is beautiful
But once the incense disappears
Wisps away to leave clarity
All that is left is a woman
And truth
A woman that can hold secrets
Doesn’t always hold good ones
Her eyes whisper mystery
But only speak of sorrow