My gown in the banquet tonight
Will have long sleeves
Long as the hands of an old nun
Covering my slim and fair arms
With a skirt sweeping the pavement for ballerinas
Concealing my shins and thighs from wandering eyes of yours
For my neck and the curve of my bosoms
I will make a scarf from the soft fur of a fawn
And for my bare shoulders
My hair will be all
Despite all if I am within your reach
There is a zipper
With a ring the size of the index finger of a man
That opens from the height of my neck
To the depth of my back

“Zinat Noor”