Coquetry

The dusk of death

Which lives in light

Of our fright

Like peeled ash

In a dark sleeping room

Undulating on our eyelashes

Like a shrug two shoulders

For a pretty girl coquets

In her silken gown

For a tyrant or a general

In a red palace. 

Written and Translated by : Said Alwaely                           Date: 06 /23 / 2006