You have the face of a man who gently caresses field flowers and dandelions. And a smile that is like a dagger, cutting the sun in halves.

Build my night with your cheeks.

كيف ليَ أن أكتب قصيدة تخدش وجه العالموتدير دفّة القمر؟

رجلٌ أدار مفتاح قلبه ثلاث مرات، حرصاً على اغلاقه جيداًيلاحق امرأة متسكعة على أرصفة الشهوات، تاركاً كلّ النوافذ مشرّعة

You have the body of a god and the smile of a demon. I walk towards you, barefoot, a believer walking a religious path. I wrap my arms around your neck, a priest hugging his crucifix. I offer you my all. Burn me like incense. Let's make all the church bells in hell ring just for us.

He says "You are my property" and I feel relieved. After all, no one wishes to shatter what he owns.

Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence. Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug who is never satiated.

You are the Arabian stallion that neighs on the crossroad of my heart ache covering me with the dust of my own ardor.