Conversation With Solitude Poem by Leila Samarrai

If you'd let me tell you
a nice thing or two
the Word will not be melted,
as breath into the wind.
But my words will cower in the face of You.
as parrots' feathers looking around
to see where to
Fly, stop time, paint me a pretty picture

You are disappointed,
as I am, as I am
without a veil falling upon a hidden picture
black and red she is
suddenly on that
remains in the empty skin, smiles,
people, paper portions
plates start flying off the shelves
A thorn is enough
A cut is enough
A lap of loneliness, enough.

lofty eyes, narrow spaces, l
lonely paths, silently

outlines
the houses that are offending me
with always the same faces,
and so the days pass by
with this lengthy hiatus inside of me

Well, it' s a disappointment, but the disappointment is me
actually…

You' re not despairing, are you?
the people's mouth and teeth are smiling up at you
You will never… ever… be stuck alone
as I' ve been… beside thee
if you could have heard my screams
Only you and me…
You' d better talk.