تهويمات ليلية عاشقة

And she turns her gaze.. she hears with her eyes the conversation of the clouds

The drops of dew dance for her

Laughing on the glass of her window

The night caresses her lamp

As the day drips anew on her cheeks..

.........

The azure light of your eyes

Two rivers of rays

Flowing from between the banks of your apricot cheeks

Pours longing into the delta of your smile..

............

When we sip together from the valley of Abqar

You sit on the moon's platform

Weaving me a shirt from threads of sunlight

I shed the night between my feet

I sip a cup of the clarity of your eyes

So you can take me with you into a tent of air

And the dawn of our love stretches..

For an hour or two

By the measure of the distance between one planet and another

Here we are looking down on the surface of the earth

In ecstasy..

We send our laughter as clouds of rain

I throw a cloak of night from above

Wrapped with you in a veil of gasps

.........

I peek at you from one window to another

This which

In the eye they call longing precedes me

And when I see you weaving

The silk of yearning

A dress of passion

I disappear in shyness and come to you

With a bare heart

Burning with desire

Perhaps my heart will wear the dress

And the desire increases

In its burning

............

A flood of sadness and tenderness

Falls from her eyelashes

A surge of words,

A moment of her contemplation

Tells tales of the lily to the pomegranate seeds,

As the songs of her hair flow on a shoulder of light and marble

A traveler to her surrounded by jazz music

In her smile, there is sadness and rain

Her silent language departs

Wraps around me

Dances with me

And the seconds glance at a distant night

At an extended horizon

Gracefully, our smiles wrap around us

And love entwines

And the fingers above our heads cast a shadow of the brilliance of the string.

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Where the kiss sleeps on the bed of my lips

The marble body awakens

And absorbs nectar from the wine of desire,

The laughter trembles at the tips of the toes,

As we enter together into the depths of the black forest,

The pine flows from the branches of the trees

It flows

Under a distant light where the ivory dawn appears as if it were some of the light of the drowsy sun

I search for flowers lying in the cells of the body

There, by the wet grass, we quench our thirst

And pour our dreams on the banks of shattered longing,

I place your joyful laughter on my knees

And I whisper to the blueness in your eyes and in my heart all the words are swelling

The clouds pour rain, laughter pours, and the pains in the heart are still all there.