Ancient Tears in Palestine

Maria Zreiq (She/They)

You watch the Mediterranean dancing,

I slowly peel a mandarin,

Flesh, blood, and bones,

Two mortals on the shore of the homeland.

I put a piece in your palm,

You slowly kiss my face,

I lose myself in your tenderness.

No one will ever know,

How many hearts died of longing,

for us to be here,

And no one, my love,

Can ever measure,

How much of these waves,

is made of tears.

Photos by Maria Zreiq