The Moon Took Me Away From You

By Fatima Hussein

Her red ghungroos were jealous of her foot

he kissed them after all 

her earrings were complex little complexes

they were close 

there was no third guy 

there never was 

the air between them suffocated 

they were a cliché 

so close, yet so far 

she wore golden bracelets for him only 

so he would play with them 

make a spectacle 

her lipstick just decoration 

to mark on his cheek 

they were so close 

the clouds rained so they would hug 

just to feel the heat 

By Fatima Hussein