M. R. Dacran
Fragments Two a.m. They rise from the recliners in silence and qualify the striking fullness of the moon for several minutes, with its retinue of ordered stars arcing the dark empty mouth beyond. They descend the steps below deck where all is still. They are motionless at his door. Their eyes engaged. They enter the room and stand facing one another. For a moment they do nothing. Her tentative hand then touches his chest. The million cells that comprise his skin. He touches her mouth with his thumb. Utters one word. Habibi. They hear nothing outside of themselves and time … Continue reading M. R. Dacran
