As i draw my breath,
A syllable fills my mouth,
Over my weighed body, lies her slender hand
The hand that heals it all.
Like the shrouded face of the night,
The moon lifts her veil.
to her beauty, my fantasies i reveal
tethering my steeds of lust, i surge ahead.
The gallops echo through the hallways of the desperate
Like the undying Arabian winds they slither into my conscience
In drenched fluids of passion, i smother
Callous nails divide my bare body for time another,
My history forgotten, in
The white noise of play house
My conscience purged, in flames of lust
In the arms of a stranger,
My refuge of the night,
My wishes for a second maternal shield.
I want sleep now,
In her arms and leave before the world awakes, knows
For i am afraid, not of its contempt,
But its secret envy, of something i have.
Hush - hush! you thieving ears
its my secret, just mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem