Haiku # 569

Dead but not forgotten…
the torn sign blowing
in the autumn wind

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Dawn through the curtains…
the cherry of her breast
warming my lips

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البيت المهجور
في أرجاءه صدى
طفل ما زال يبكي

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عطر القصيدة
بحبر النجوم
أخطّه على نهديك

Free Verse # 423 (reading my books, drinking my tea, watering my plants)

Every night
silence enters my heart
without permission
and fills me with you;
by dawn I am all soaked
in the fragrance of your skin,
the jasmine of your hair,
the longing to taste
the ripe figs of your breasts,
the moon on your lips.

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I am a wanderer
and you are my journey;
I am a fallen leaf
and my resting place is along
the curves of your road.

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Now
as before,
alone and naked
in the arms
of lady poetry.

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Snow in the garden,
people walking
with a little less darkness
inside of them,
the ice shudders
on the running creek
that carries still
fallen leaves of autumn.

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Every night
silence enters my heart
and I breathe you in,
and I breathe you out,
and I feel you inside of me
a voice of light widening
in ripples that go beyond
the last ring of stars.

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Reading my books,
drinking my tea,
watering my plants,
the years flow by
and my poem grows
pressed against
your slender neck.