Tamer's Home

It shows in your face                                        

Wheat colored skin, Hazel-green                     

Almond shaped eyes adorned with                   

Curled lashes who flirt without              

Your consent                                                   

Reminiscent of Ramesses’                                

statue who smiled at your                                 

loyalty to your homeland                                  

her history and treasures                                  

His mummified body you                                  

sought to protect from flashes               

of ignorant tourists who                                    

asked if you were a Pharaoh                            

I am seduced by King Tut’s                             

gold, turquoise, coral casket                             

as you try to get us out                         

of Nitocrises                                                    

Soft rose colored African                                 

lips caress mine in the grand                             

Khofo Pyramid, dusted                        

in ancient sands and timeless                            

dreams of loving eternally                                 

Strong jaw line, black sandpaper                      

shadow suits you well, As does            

Modest conservatism,                                      

Time-honored humility,                        

and your mature sandalwood                           

Scented Cartier cologne                                   

Your face reveals a longing                              

for an old and familiar                          

country, where everyday                                  

the city cries out that God                                

is great as the world bows in                            

peaceful surrender. Where there                       

is always time for prayer, tea                            

friends and family                                             

Centuries removed from my                             

beloved but shamelessly                                   

superficial Southern California              

In Egypt, time is plentiful                                  

There is space for reflection                             

the quiet voice of the soul                                 

We enjoy fatta, tea, okra, and omm ali

Fateera, ishta, and ghee                                     

In the outdoor café at                                         

Night we sip tea, watch people                          

smoke hookah, and surrender                     &