Su Casa.

“As long as I can see you,
Know you for a while,” he pleas.

You worry…
Don’t worry, you’re enough.
Just to know all of you,
A young, sweet Prince,
From the other part,
Of an opposite globe.
“Meet me at six, by the water.”
Agreed.
You distract me,
Reminding me of someone.
He struggled, too,
With where,
To be held by.
The voices in his head.

Another story.

To walk, to talk,
Escaping to Su Casa,
When too hot.
Drinking iced, mint tea,
I made for you, me.
Free.
Enjoying your scent when,
You bathe in cologne,
Musk flavored breeze.
That smile,
Those tatts,
Inked in an artist’s home.
Nefertiti.
You tell me about Cairo.
Your mama,
How losing her was too much.
Made you travel,
To there, to here, to me.
To a living room,
Staged, imagining,
Free from the burdens,
That keep you from sleep.
To hear you laugh,
About a memory.
Twisting your bracelet,
Within your fingertips.
Such pride,
Teaching me,
How to pronounce your name,
Properly.
Leaning down, too close to me.
Saying I’m too sweet.

“L’Chaim…”
I know how to pronounce,
The throatier,
Base note,
That makes your name,
A melody.

“I read them all,” he explains.
Sitting too close to me,
How sweetly,
While sipping mint tea.
“Quran,
Torah.
I even wear a cross, see?”
Showing me your bracelet.
That’s enough for me,
Getting lost in your journey.

Free, in a Su Casa with me.
A stranger,
Tracing my arm,
Staring into me,
“Habibti,
You’re a woman I want to know,
For a long time to come.”
Everyone too busy,
To notice,
You, noticing me.
In a heated city,
Just for a little while,
Until your next wandering,
Returning to me,
To say all your words,
For only me,
As you smile at me,
Holding my hand.
You, me, free.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.