Friday, October 2, 2020

Ma Hatha?


Ma hatha
Out there
Is this a dream
Or a storm of realities
تشهق كل هوائي    
ليكشف اصوات اعماقي
Undulating sighs
Embracing whispers
ترتعش وتنتعش
With shreds of desire
Leaking
من شفتيها المرتزقة
They quake and shake
Eyes wide open
لكن الإنجذاب يختبيء
بأعماق صدرها الرنان
Only to come out
In her misguided
Reflection


masks are hardly

  The breeze from the rushing train Still brushes my long hair Still gives a moment of surrender   Masks are hardly Breathable Y...