Tumbling reeds, fall softly, embracing the waters side, titillating its senses, like a delicate after thought, that descends with a soft pitter patter, echoing and recalling,
‘They came for the Muslims, And I was not a Muslim so I did not speak out’ And although I did not wear a burqua, I saw through veiled eyes, The warning signs, the prowling beast,
If I lay nestled in your armpit, your arm a safety blanket, Armour of love, shielding me from harm, I close my eyes and in this moment, I am yours and you are mine, truly and fully,