She walks serenely in the garden.
This crisp black habit
Conceals a body ripe for kissing -
Touched by none but God, her husband.
Hidden yet visible
She is protected in her chador,
Touched by none but God, her husband,
And the small hungry mouths of children.
She soaks up sunlight on this solitary bench.
Her flesh, beneath her widow's weeds, is now
Touched by none but God. Her husband
Sleeps quiet here beneath this mossy stone.
Crossposted to artspark