A Grave For
My Shadow...
How can I cross
the galaxies of your eyes... and pray upon the shoulders of the clouds, the
prayer of the absent?! The shores groan from the sediment of worries clinging
to the feathers of birds, whenever they soar with their ancient customs and dig
with the crooked beak of theology a grave for miracles that bound my shadow.
Perhaps it drinks its cup in the secret places of the universe, or the routine
of its pale ecstasy... when we sleep upon the nuts of shame. As for your
face... it takes over the intelligence of the city and knocks on the door of
the soothsayers, so the pleasure of yesterday's anxiety winks at her. That
audacity awakens only in the core of a spooned gaze. Ablution lies in the
desolation of the road, and the blessings of the dawn's promise with the taste
of anticipating a fixed life cycle.
This is so bitter...
This is the last
time you need to know where to go. Make sure you have a cup of tea, put it in
your mouth, and put it in a cup. A night of chairs and a captivity.
For the sake of
this country, this is a great story, this is the story of the world, for the
sake of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful, I will return to the place
where I will find my brother, and I will leave this place next door to my
booklet. This is the most popular country in the world. Neva This is the time
of my life.
I Want You...
I want the night
with you,
in all its vibrant darkness,
And I want the
day with you,
in its radiant light.
I want your
chest and your hands,
And your dark
features,
like a map of warmth on the map of my soul,
And I want your
body to touch my fear,
Until it calms
down…
Until it learns
tranquility.
I want you… And
I will show you,
To the extent
that it confuses me,
Until I belong
to you more,
And it compels
me to melt into you,
Like salt in a
sea of longing.
O my sun,
O my burning
shadow,
Be my home,
And I will be
your eternal journey.
ADNAN AL-RIKANI
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