Black tears

In desert we are not our women but men.

But we dance their dance remembering

Their steps on the hot sand, as they would

Back home, in kitchens and earth-stoves

Where fire dances its tongues on breads.

Our women’s eyes are of smoke and fire.

When  they dance there is fire in their eyes

Melting their kohl in streams of black tears.

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