Peace
In her throat there whispers
a birdsong close to morning break
Her auburn hair drifts across pillow
the fire of the rising sun
She keeps her eyes shut
lost in love’s night
Umber squints through windowpane
The sea screams with gulls
Amber light permeates her skin
its kiss inflames like her lover’s caress
He left before dawn
a knight with a quest
a soldier doing his duty
They laughed about veiled women
dancing with exposed bellies
She undulated to his touch
Images of Iraq flicker on the screen
His is simply a medical ship deployed
Peace like the sand the sea
and God still possible
Ryfkah 1-6-03
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