Sight for Sore Eyes. 

​You have made me

A poet

Lost

In the abundance of pictures

That rush into the shore

On my eyes

With the force

Of a welling tear, 

& everyday

I sob & sigh at the

Breathlessness 

Taken with every sight… 

Every movement… 

Every pose… 

Cursed

By the beauty

Wrapped beneath your hijab. 

I can only wonder

What words 

Your mirror will never say

When it reflects on the times 

You take it

Off.  

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