It's the throb of her breath
fill the place
oh inspiration that swallows
every breath
oh the smell of mud
and the chamber music
the rhythm of my soul
oh the appealing desire
for a buddhist monk courting
the body prayer
in her memory sleeps eternal kiss
as she said :
all other kisses died
and your only kiss revived
my existance
where it is based high
like a victory banner
when body is defeated
after fragments
of love gushed forth
through letters and pictures
raised through the velvet voice
through words how, and how
gathered across the lips
of this affectioate mouth
with warm breath
and perfumed presence
and the charming smile
and the dazzling laugh
when compacting stories
and listing the flirting events
at the moments of meeting
late
began tragically
with a kiss not stupid
but one over kiss
in the fragment of love ..
Tarek
April 2011
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