Build my night with your cheeks.

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.

رجلٌ في خريف العمرشعره رماديّ وأشعثكحياتي...يقفتحت شمسٍ لا تمسّهتحت مطرٍ لا يبلّلهوفي عيونه مئات الغيوممئات الغيومكي يمطر كلمةولا يقولهاداخل نظرته التي تلوح للحزنكباب مخلوعترقد حياتي.

بين بحري ومرساتك، الماء يغرقوالأزرق لا ينجو.

No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.

He takes my breath away and proves to me that I don't need it.