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