Your palms lined with henna
Appeared like a playful panoply
Of arabesque motifs.
It took me away
To the land of the imaginary,
The abracadabra situated
In a desolate part of the world.
Losing myself in those radiating
lines,
I try to find my own truths.
The lines tug at my heart
And wrestle with my mind.
Abandoned in reveries,
I try to seek succour
In a parched land.
I am overcome by a feeling
Of desire and its demise,
Of love and longingness,
Of sweet kisses in
Rainy afternoons,
Of warm embraces on
Cold December nights
Remembrances of things past
Roam around while I look at
Your palms lined with henna
Appearing like a playful panoply
of arabesque motifs.
