Rushda Rafeek

Belly Dancer Meets Hilāl as Horseman … Hilāl, you scimitar of fajr-blue … spring above the vast patio … tousled with tendrils thick … as century, as rose-windows raying … a kiss in sujood. Here, arms sprawl … like date palms. Here, I’m falcon than fellahin … serpent than sequined.