Strain lines slowly showed on his face
As he huffed and he puffed
And he heaved heavily to have her in his hold.
His muscles begged him to stop,
But his face broke into a smile.
Unexpecting she was.
Delight wrapped around her heart as she threw back her head and laughed.
She laughed a rare laugh.
As he held her and felt his veins threatening to pop,
The mountains fountained,
Engaged in their own ritual.
The flowers standing like towers,
Paid them no heed.
The cold air cut like cursed cleavers on the morrow.
And yet his face protested by turning red.
But he would not cede
And he stared right on ahead into the camera.
By: Ahmad El-Mahmoud