There was the requisite
lacy white dress
and the tailored black suit
the mabrouk
Allah y’barak feek
mabrouk
paint and white powder
foundation
façade
she was the perfect
Sudanese
bride
strained smiles belying
the hope that was dying
but his eyes
they never lied
henna halfmoons
still darkened the tips
of his closely cropped nails
as he forced untruths
through clenched jaws and
tight lips
but the pretense had
failed
He couldn’t stop
remembering
and remembering
and remembering
the future they had planned
in whispers and sighs
the oceans love spanned
that secret sunrise
the caress of her hand
warm embrace of her thighs
the solace he found in her eyes.
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