لوحات فنية

* Trio

The pistol is tucked under the pillow

the moment you entered into the sea-room

transparently clothed

Scented

and your hair is a fan of kohl and jasmine

Both your eyes lashed…

The pistol is tucked under the pillow

The wave is pushing on

And the bed’s leaves swirl around like feathers, including

The blanket

the sheets

And the pillows.

Now,

we are three in the frankness of being all naked:

You

I

and the pistol.

July 21, 1994

* Pubes

I like this grass

This blondness, the velvet when I split it thread after thread

just  to smell the scent of coffee beans in it,

The first of the bunch

the cannabis soaked, and the rose of the flesh, are in it

When I lean on with my head between your legs

The grass becomes to me the herald of the universe,

but the moment my shoot reaches

and rotates among the grass…

your grass is succulent now :

glimmers with

mercury

and the spring, is in it….

July 15, 1994

*  Silent Woman

On yesterday’s bed

Where the flax blanket was neat and tidy

And the night was folded on its greens in the corner

Or on its crimson in what remained of the country wines…

Silence grew up

And earth dived for shelter in the flax blanket :

Carrying two bodies

Be wider for tonight a little or something

Do not get mad when the waves are on,

when the waves are in climax

And let the flowers be scrambled on your limbs…

Tonight, silence grows up

And water recognizes its flow – its secret as a fall

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You go in the wave

you deeply moan, inside the skin, and you go

giving the roses of the flax blanket

what you give:

silk droplets…

July 12. 1994

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* Arabic version appeared in (Erotica), a collection by Saadi Yousif published in Damascus and Beirut simultaneously by Al- Mada House, 1995.