Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Five Times a Day

I am laying in the shade near the village well
While old Muhamet’s widow scolds, shaking her fist
and calling me “lazy.”

She has been a widow for many years now,
so perhaps she has forgotten
that when you make love for hours on end
you need to rest a bit before you can do it again.

Her shrieking is interrupted by the distant cry of the muezzin,
And with a yawn and a stretch I get to my feet.
My love is calling me for another roll in the hay.

Five times a day is too much for some people.
But Najat knows that when Allah picks you for his lover,
He gives you amazing powers of endurance.

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