In the Eyes of the Beholder
by NORHAN ZAHER
Place me
-a stone nymph-
upon the veins of marble
shocking, proud
and shameless
Myriads of scented candles
have a way of making
even a sin seem
sacred.
– I am no goddess –
—
yet he painted me
-a mixture of
sunshine, halo
and rosewater-
wingless.
and I wondered
how can he not distinguish
between
a fallen angel
and a fallen
soul.