Yester-eve from skywalk steps
I saw a pair, dawdling
And then sat on the side wall
Down below.
Girl was Muslim
And young, covered in black
Fair face shining above,
Attractive and tall...
While I was watching them,
The man opened his mouth
Not to say sweet nothings,
But to yawn!
I was shocked: how can he,
With this young and pretty girl by his side
I cannot imagine myself doing it
I wonder what she thinks when he yawns?
Of course if he yawned there has to be
A reason for that: maybe surfeit
Of her presence, or worried about
House, money or parents.
The yawn did not affect her
As far as I could see; she was
Normal, not under pressure,
The pair had gone when I returned.
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