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(8)
The memory of mine
Falls
Upon
The face of yours,
The childhood of mine,
thus, gets shocked.
(9)
You untie
The plaits of mine,
You outwit me
In the back.
(10)
Let me hum a tune
To the course of
Of the hand of yours.
(11)
The hand of yours is
all over my face,
The smile of yours
Is sinking
Into a kiss,
Getting a taste
Of our soul.
(12)
The hand of yours is
All over the body of
mine,
The body of yours
Gets away
In the haste of his,
In the anxiety of his,
In considering
Time.
(13)
The hand of yours is
All over the bed of
mine
And the compass
Of the body of yours
is upon
The road.
(14)
In the eastern side
Of the coffee-shop,
The hand of yours
Will flee
Out of it,
The hand of yours is
The poem of mine,
And the letters of my
own seduction.
(15)
I’ve expected
That the hand of yours
would open
The mouth of hers
Onto the dust
Which
The gown of mine has
left
Over there.
(16)
At your hand
Everything
Will be looked upon
How
To be?
What’s the hand of
yours?
What’s the body of
mine?
What’s the night of
ours?
What’s the laughter of
ours?
What’s the tender
glance of yours?
A hand taking leave of
The tomb
Of time.
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(1)
You
are sailing me
Betwixt your eyes
To
dream,
To
sadness,
To
considering
Time,
How
much is left
Should we like
To
Write
our chats?
(2)
The
hand of yours
Has
pledged me of
Her
going the rounds of
The
body cells of mine.
She
roves
Imploringly about
The
letters of mine,
The
planes of mine,
The
hills of mine,
She
girdles the waist of mine.
(3)
The laughter of yours
will be toying with
Me
Out of you she brings
A girl,
She looks after me,
She gets coy
When capering
About the planes,
In the rear of my ear.
(4)
You relax
Looking away
To the ceiling,
You said: it’s
White.
El-AMERIYA has
chiseled
The image of hers
Over there,
Two cheeks are
blooming,
And an apple
Growing merry,
And cherry,
And the river of a
childhood,
To you I said ,
Do sail into me,
That El-AMERIYA
Will get out of me,
Two faces
Are sleeping
Over that freckled
Girl.
(5)
The laughter of yours
And the hand of yours
Are capering about
Into my thicket.
(6)
We go through
The headlines
Of the newspaper,
We recite poetry
And save life,
We make sport
With your daily
avenues,
We sketch the foot
steps of the voices of yours.
(7)
You dazzle the memory
of mine
By your hand’s
Outwitting
The neck of mine,
And the lobe of the
ear of mine.
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