Your Egypt

[Ali]

When she came in sight in corner, Man stopped working. When she came closer, he looked. He was sized in silence.
- Hi
(Coughing)- You fazed me.
She hurried. I am looking for a friend’s name.
-Friends are lost, either in valleys of vain, or solitude. You hell bent.
She had no answer.
The voice had echo and she stared the stone.
She was not looking for a name. A sort of jellified fear passed through her spine and a cold sweat set on her cold brow.
Dawn was on the way and silence was replaced by the birds hum. Suddenly the desire of man’s body stiffened her nipples.
When she was leaving her husband's bed. Half sleepy he asked:
Where?
While shutting the door she said: I need a walk.
She spread her hands and let the fresh air fill her lungs. She looked back and sighed and hated herself. The mirror always unleashed her memory with pain and no pleasure. She scared of the clumsy hands crushing her little breasts. As blade the fingers cut her throat. And almost always after intercourse, her husband complained:
- You are cold, as cold of grave.
Pointing to his penies:
- He is upset.
And Her wordless mouth was just sucking the air. She tried to fetch the soul which lost the body.
Digging had harmonic sound, as of pecker in wood, and man's hands were swinging in the air.
She already dreamed to hold his hands and kiss the mouth, beautifully sized in words.
Man was looking far away over her shoulder.
- I wish I did not know your walking rhythm, and the stone did not cry, and you did not sleepwalk.
She moved closer and man stepped back.
She thought; I listen to his breaths on my breast. I could hold his hands and sing, I could walk and nobody stopped me. I could read my writings to him, and nobody blamed me. I could search in website the old songs. Old songs refresh by croon. I could sleep fearless and my body would not be jerked by his hands. I did not have to leave home in dawn.
Man moved, but could not work.
Woman stared to the stone and said:
- You did not tell whose name is this.
He looked for a while to woman and stone.
- My own name, it was imprinted on my grave. I figured to fix it before it's late

Ali