Veiled Laughter

If ever you were to see a shaylah smile
there, near where rimmed black eyes shine darkly,

there, near where laughing pools sparkle
with the cool light of Hejaz dawn
across the smooth hejab;

if ever you were there, Giorgio Armani
might, just might, crease, in sheer, black humour.

Nigel Holt

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