Order of Things

I used to be
A dolphin in the south sea

A horse grazing in the fields of Andalusia

An owl gazing at humans..with amber eyes in the Black Forrest

A book fresh from the printing house..new..clean..expensive.

A pair of silk and velvet corset…hand made…for a lady who would lounge pet a jaguar..and eat chips

A red rose..vibrant…in a sea of blue black hair…Arabic hair.. or Persian.. a hair that reeks with culture

A fine bone china teacup and saucer…Victorian..prim..proper…along with a scone .. maybe some double cream and jam

A boulevard of broken dreams…shattered illusions…harsh realities

A used paperback in the 50 cents pile…used..stained…torn

A washed pair of stockings..nude…some holes..not mended…laying all night at the sink..smell like cigarettes..sweat and other fluids

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6 thoughts on “Order of Things

  1. Noor says:

    Does hair reek culture?

  2. observationofalostsoul says:

    if tended properly it does.. it opens the door into vast knowledge of algebra and beauty

    • Noor says:

      Knowledge, algebra. Hmm. It has that capability. No wonder we cover ours, imagine elfitnah.

      U used to be a red rose? One might’ve taken you for a wilder type that grows where only the nomads live.

  3. observationofalostsoul says:

    Hair has the capacity to do wonders Noor..

    I would be a cactus or a oleander in the desert

  4. Ruqaiya Said says:

    Nice post Ammar! Still don’t get some of these male fantasies…but I guess men are too complex for me to spend time unraveling their mysteries.:)

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