Month: July 2020

Letter, July 26, 2020

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When I am filled with so much emotion, when I want to cry but cannot, music comes in to fill my soul, like water falling into the cracks of my being, and something unspeakable wells up inside of me and rises up, a gentle fog filled with so much rain, aching for the touch of your face.

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Haiku # 682

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كلما أمسكت قلماً لأكتب
وجدت بشرتها ترتعش
تحت اناملي

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عينيها النديتين
يخيّل اليّ أن ندى الفجر
يتساقط منهما

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القليل من الشعر كل يوم
لأتلمس دفء انفاسك
فيهدأ قلبي

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في أغنية من أغاني فيروز
سمعت صوتك لأول مرة
حبيبتي

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ليس هناك من حائط قوي كفاية ليقف أمام عذوبة صوتك

Free Verse # 447 (What does the poet do?)

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What does the poet do?—He listens to the silence.

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Sealed in a kiss
this gift of longing
I received from you
is an ever aching thorn
burning in my heart

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His kisses on her skin
grains of incense
left to smolder
and cover her
in a sharp fragrance
of jasmine and lust,
filling her lungs
with a slow fire
burning up to her mind,
spreading through her blood,
maddening her senses
with an ever growing yearning
to be claimed by their bond.

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A lifetime is too short
for me to say what I see
when I look in her eyes

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What helps you live prepares you to die.

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With poetry I long
to photograph her soul

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With you, my unknown women
always seated next to me,
I long for an earth-shattering connection,
deeper than the sea,
wider than the sky.

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Dressed in the form
of the woman I love
God came to me,
and our union was His prayer,
and our kiss His holy wine.

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Drinking her lips
I slowly take in
whatever God had meant
by blessing the wine,
by giving existence
His breath of life.