Middle East

I dreamt that I was innocent
my naked skin
in touch with reality
and my soul was in search
to hear your - worldly - murmur: Peace

I offered you my love
wrapped in honesty
(pure to catch up with you) shrunk with disbelief
I am asking you: Know me
With your gorgeousness
and you played with the waves
breaking one after another
taking them into your hands
touching them one after another
I wanted to be called with your name: Just

What color was Peace?
The one you chose to paint me?
The one you narrowed into my heart
and nested in my grave, what color was it?

I am longing in my grave
to receive the flowers
with your hand written note: Rest in Peace

Published in Asian American Female Poets Anthology 2007