My Venice
I’d like to fill my hands
Of your lighter face,
Tie your splendid moons to my wrists
– Ah the beautiful, reflected moons
In the silent becoming -.
I would like to seal in the touch
– And in the lightning, in the tweak –
Waters, petals and birds,
Bending them into spikes
In the middle of my chest
Due to intimate and painful
Wisdom, I’d simple like
To let me live in your vertigo
Dear city adorned by skies
Of inscrutable empathy.
***
Awakenings
I look out of the windows
Of a water-dripping sunrise
As in a painting by Monet.
The skin awakens,
Clings to other skin
– The solitary one of daytime –
You will tell me the lilacs
I will tell you things about me
I can’t express
Bald head, bones hollowed
By all the things lost,
Gone away.
***
The desirous days
They taste of honey and vanilla
The desirous days
Spotted by light.
And us in the before and after
Slowly joining together
With light breezes
And torments, sucking
From impenetrated lips
Of nothingness
A crumb of grateful ecstasy.
Life kisses
The sweet sucking
It kisses its enchanted
Vision of finally being
Around its days
Recognized.
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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"
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