stone town faris mecklai

STONE TOWN

There is heat in my blood Tanzanite in my eyes

The sand in Canada is cold, flaky, and white The pink people camouflage into snow like mice in the wall But I am used to hiding in deserts where red dunes are nomads and secret oases tease to be found

Give me a date palm Instead of these oaks where everything that is bigger is thought to be better Sugar cane juice with ginger and lime I want water and sweetness to play a game with me Hidden in spikes and under mountains of sand Waiting for me to find

Cool walls of stone and floors of marble They want me to be ice–Cold, hard, sculptable. But I want to be liquid so no one can hold me and I can slip through your fingers like silk There is heat in my blood But apathy on my skin There is tanzanite in my eyes And onyx on my rings

Where the sky is red, the earth is black, and the water is clear I want to get lost in the labyrinth And have stone town lose me Like I don’t matter Like I don’t stand out Like I can’t be seen x

So look into my kohlstained eyes and promise To take me back

ART by HANAN ABBAS WORDS by FARIS MECKLAI