ADNAN AL-RIKANI
A Kiss On The Wall Of The Moon...
Despite the
incantations of winter's cold,
I endured its
curses and embraced separation...!
On the shores of
its enchanting orbit,
my fingers are
freed to bite into its unripe fruits
whenever I mount
those moving images...
that invade my
imagination,
empty except for
the rebellion of seductive women,
as she runs with
her femininity... to occupy
the distances of
my lost cosmic existence,
and tames the
seagulls
with doses of
indifferent desire,
and shatters the
ends of promises
with a broken
smile that knows no bounds,
the hands of
fleeting time...
to embrace a
cloud perfumed with the last kiss
left by a raging
storm on the wall of the moon.
The Nectar Of Love...
I remember well
the mercy of absence
When your
abundant birth removed,
From behind the
curtains of rocky intrusion...
That swing no
longer
Sings between
the ribs of my ink,
And my poetry no
longer dances for the branches.
The rhythms of
weeping are rusty,
Upon the strings
of a winding specter
Driven by the
hum of time...
With the popping
of pregnant bubbles,
And this raging
wave
Combs the braids
of sunlight,
Preparing for
the harvest of approaching sunset
With the
convolutions of the splitting colors of twilight,
To cross the
gate of a hidden call,
Barefoot...
Spiders prepare
their scream for escape,
Stung by the
chaos of postponed reverence,
Within the
tremor of midnight,
To a preferred
distance in the flow of the saliva of patience,
When the dream
distances itself from its secrets. ...Like wet lines emptied by a straight
line,
you gasp at the
fall of my pleasure,
before the
collapse of that contradictory pride.
I will leave my
mark upon your waist,
melting like an
hourglass...
You scrutinize
the intoxication of the sharp tips of my fingers
after they have
given life to your breasts.
ADNAN AL-RIKANI
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