by Hussain Ewidah
“I’ve always loved the back of your neck, the only part of you I could look at without being seen.”
-Henri Pierre Roche
I like you best on beds of sand, statuary, undressed
You’re a lilac blossom in the summer rain
Washing away little grains, little grains
Stains you left unseen and seafoam green
As you came in waves like thunder-
If thunder was a soft cry in the middle of the night.
My dreams were fantasies of lust I woke to practice.
I said I’d stay if you had the time but
I was afraid of the love you asked for and the one
you hide behind.