I'm riding a camel through Cairo,

Keeping pace with the taxi and bus.

My skirts are gathered around me.

My veil is mussed,

And I'm riding a camel through Cairo

At night.

If you could find me in the desert 

Along with the thieves

Who rob the graves by digging

Deep slanted holes

To find treasures,

You would think me a sight,

For I'm riding a camel through Cairo 

At night.

I learned my skills by stealing love

Through glances

And empathy,

Delusion, telepathy,

And impatient dances in my mind

That end in me running away to Cairo,

Everyday,

And fleeing from Cairo,

Every night, on an elusive camel's back.

-jenn