She took the stage
in sweeping waves of her summer dress.
The sway of her hips moved the room
sideways and she brushed her hair
from her cheek, letting it linger
just long enough for him
to move his hand upward.
She spoke in accents,
teaching words of peace in Farsi.

Her eyes mesmerized him
like a dancer’s invitation.

When she read her poem,
the words slipped from her tongue,
a sound unknown yet hauntingly familiar.
Oh, how he watched her
keeping his hand tightly around
the leash of his wolf.