Behind that walls of the world
groans sparkled in rebellion
cries dissipated
and the robe ripped off
Nudity swing in enjoyment
the language of two bodies
created to play and misery
color of sky and i
have flown here
like intrigued character
on the wall of silance
our movements formed
as our desires
color of the night and i
have flown here
like the darkness
of a female hair
recieved by a shy buttocks
drop-down to the last border of beauty
color of joy and i
have flown here
like a jubilant face
creating the spirit of joy
and lips as chips roses
it's holiness my direction
the color of longing and i
have flown here
like a high bosom nipple
saddled with the rise of the tongue
even when it reach it's top
was about to perish tired
the color of desire and i
have flown here
such as mace
and a ring tired of beating the weld
and melting of intimate
melt in it golden piece
long for a diamond gem
where convergence is the
language of the roads
play it's rhythm an expert thumper
I and every color
no language for us
but our beauty share
the arrogant meeting..
Tarek
April 2011
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