Stranger you said
Hi, with a voice hoarse for a blue eye
I handed over a number and a smile
Stranger
a name not mine belongs
to others; grandmothers, wives, children
Stranger
when you are unsure of the directions
ask Google, it can better explain the new street names in my city
Stranger
when you assume I am unaware
of a step of joy you take toward me, remember I also have eyes
Stranger
do not take my language for an enemy
or the curve of my hip for another countries' dance
Stranger
do not talk to me of peace elsewhere
when you are confused by my attempt to foster a middle ground
Stranger
danger lies in the curve of your chest
yet you prefer an old roller-coaster ride
Stranger
this is no land for lap dances
nor is it one for second chances, generally
Stranger
you are more than a dress and English swirling
or a necklace unmanned with the Arabic Allah dangling on a chest
Stranger
do not leave an (x) in your text because I was raised
not to kiss strangers
lest they think I truly mean it.
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