Dressed in a robe of
A startling white
Tinged with blue.
Eyes rimmed with
dark lashes and
kohl.
Desert eyes.
Lips curled in amusement,
Long hands resting on the latest SUV,
Long, tapered fingers tapping the
door.
An abaya and the arrogant head
turns. Two flickers. One in the eye,
for the slim figure and the body stands
Straighter; taller.
A pretty face,
Unveiled but heavily concealed by
Layers of foundations, shades too light.
The other is a point of light
Through the ear. Yes.
Through the hole in
The ear. His ear.
A djinn slips through
On the cool, night, sea breeze.
I ignore the girl in black and
Slide into the SUV, as easily
As he slipped into my life, as
Easily as the djinn blew through his ear.
I eye the ear. Clean and perfect
To me, despite the gap in his pinna.
Each member of his tribe bears
This inexpert removal.
To let the djinn pass through the
Ear. Else they burrow through the
Canal into the brain,
Trapped by the ear.
Djinn travel with the wind,
You see? We wouldn't want
Madness in the desert. Djinn,
Trapped behind those eyes.
Khol eyes. Arrogant eyes.
Reduced to madness? No,
He wouldn't allow that.
Rather a small imperfection.
He starts the engine.
The pretty face above the
Abaya appears in his line of
Sight again. Mouth's curled no more.
He is uninterested. The
Car roars, slips out,
Joins the highway and
We speed into the night.
I look out the window.
The Djinn travels beside us.
It glitters under the street
Lamps and car headlights
As they move aside,
To let us pass.
Desert dwellers on either side.
One within. One without.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
Dressed in a robe of
A startling white
Tinged with blue.
Eyes rimmed with
dark lashes and
kohl.
Desert eyes.
Lips curled in amusement,
Long hands resting on the latest SUV,
Long, tapered fingers tapping the
door.
An abaya and the arrogant head
turns. Two flickers. One in the eye,
for the slim figure and the body stands
Straighter; taller.
A pretty face,
Unveiled but heavily concealed by
Layers of foundations, shades too light.
The other is a point of light
Through the ear. Yes.
Through the hole in
The ear. His ear.
A djinn slips through
On the cool, night, sea breeze.
I ignore the girl in black and
Slide into the SUV, as easily
As he slipped into my life, as
Easily as the djinn blew through his ear.
I eye the ear. Clean and perfect
To me, despite the gap in his pinna.
Each member of his tribe bears
This inexpert removal.
To let the djinn pass through the
Ear. Else they burrow through the
Canal into the brain,
Trapped by the ear.
Djinn travel with the wind,
You see? We wouldn't want
Madness in the desert. Djinn,
Trapped behind those eyes.
Khol eyes. Arrogant eyes.
Reduced to madness? No,
He wouldn't allow that.
Rather a small imperfection.
He starts the engine.
The pretty face above the
Abaya appears in his line of
Sight again. Mouth's curled no more.
He is uninterested. The
Car roars, slips out,
Joins the highway and
We speed into the night.
I look out the window.
The Djinn travels beside us.
It glitters under the street
Lamps and car headlights
As they move aside,
To let us pass.
Desert dwellers on either side.
One within. One without.
