Immersed in Love

BY:Maysoon Al Eryani

Nothing better than your smell

Leaning

On the apples of my dreams

I will turn off all lamps…

And walls where our souls dwell

I will fold them in many colors

And flower their broken ends…

I'm not like the fragile ones

Who bury their hands in whiteness

In an incomplete poetry book

Thus you melt in grief immersed in love

Between my embroidered dresses

Like an old gypsy

You spin
and spin

Like the days of pines, 
unable to die

With their scattering coming old age

Through the light of a cloud

Perfumed with the old times tales

With old dwarfs

With unfulfilled wishes
 

There is always something to hope for

But like sensible lovers we release it to the sky

Fancying that it in some bag,

Planets will shrink

We climb them

Or maybe kick them

Seeking paradise.

Then spontaneously scorn

A land

Where we were not born equal

I want deep eyes like you

Wary in the sun and the Pacific

Without a comma

Or exclamation marks

Hollow

Like two hazelnuts in the pocket of a child

Like you

I want to

Blossom