ibram Poetry (27)

The day I met you I tore up

all my maps

an my prophecies

like an Arab stallion I smelled the rain

of you

before it wet me

heard the pulse of your voice

before you spoke

undid your hair with my hands

before you had braided it

***

There is nothing I can do

nothing you can do

what can the wound do

with the knife on the way to it?

***

Your eyes are like a night of rain

in which ships are sinking

and all I wrote is forgotten

In mirrors there is no memory.

***

Woman in whose voice

silver and wine mingle

in the rains

From the mirrors of your knees

the day begins its journey

life puts out to sea

And I decided to go
Round the world on freedom's bicycle
By ways illegal
As the travels of wind.
When asked for my address
I give the address of all sidewalks
I chose as permanent residence.
When asked for my papers,
I show them your eyes
And am allowed to pass
For they know that travel in the cities of your eyes, my dear,
Is the right of all world citizens

Your love threw me down

in a land of wonder

it ambushed me like the scent

of a woman stepping into an elevator

it surprised me

in a coffee bar

sitting over a poem

I forgot the poem

It surprised me

reading the lines in my palm

I forgot my palm

It dropped on me like a blind deaf

wildfowl

its feathers became tangled with mine

its cries were twisted with mine

***

It surprised me

as I sat on my suitcase

waiting for the train of days

I forgot the days

I traveled with you

to the land of wonder

***

Your image is engraved

on the face of my watch

It is engraved on each of the hands

It is etched on the weeks

months years

My time is no longer mine

it is you

I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern, I
will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey

it's time
to say goodbye to the world
it's time
to find happinees
wich i couldnot find it
in this life
maybe it's there
in the other life
sorry my friends
but it's time
to say goodbye to the world

Thank you for your love ..

It is my last miracle ..

After the time of miracles is over.

Thank you for your love ..

He taught me reading, writing,

He gave me the most wonderful adv ..

He write off all women .. By moment

And assassinated the most beautiful memories ..

Thank you from the depths ..

who came from the books of worship and prayer

Thank you for your waist,
how it came about the size of my dreams,
and the size of my perceptions

Thank you for resides in my poems
thank you for being in my life
Thanks ...

We men say
We do not cry because we are strong
Defect on the man
While committed to cry
That women are weak
And tears of the weak but
This nonsense is nonsense.

We do not cry because we do not dare
We do not have the courage as
When women
The courage to cry, but we are cowards

Who are you
woman entering my life like a dagger
mild as the eyes of a rabbit
soft as the skin of a plum
pure as strings of jasmine
innocent as children's bibs
and devouring like words?

In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.

Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.

And of me say the fools:

I entered the lodges of women

And never left.

And they call for my hanging,

Because about the matters of my beloved

I, poetry, compose.

I never traded

Like others

In Hashish.

I never stole.

I never killed.

I, in broad day, have loved.

Have I sinned?

***

And of me say the fools:

With my poetry

I violated the sky’s commands.

Said who

Love is

The honor-ravager of the sky?

The sky is my intimate.

It cries if I cry,

Laughs if I laugh

And its stars

Greatens their brilliance

If

One day I fall in love.

What so

If in the name of my beloved I chant,

And like a chestnut tree

In every capital I, her, plant.

***

Fondness will remain my calling,

Like all prophets.

And infancy, innocence

And purity.

I will write of my beloved’s matters

Till I melt her golden hair

In the sky’s gold.

I am,

And I hope I change not,

A child

Scribbling on the stars’ walls

The way he pleases,

Till the worth of love

In my homeland

Matches that of the air,

And to love dreamers I become

A diction-ary,

And over their lips I become

An A

And a B.

Love happened at last,

And we entered God's paradise,

Sliding

Under the skin of the water

Like fish.

We saw the precious pearls of the sea

And were amazed.

Love happened at last

Without intimidation...with symmetry of wish.

So I gave...and you gave

And we were fair.

It happened with marvelous ease

Like writing with jasmine water,

Like a spring flowing from the ground.