Saturday, 23 August 2014

Geopolitics of Love


Moon is your half eyelid
The other half opens inside me
A dream is conceived each moment
Footprints of the nights
I spent with you
Are shamelessly pasted on every wall
People speak about us
Like a scandalous breaking news

The distance between you and me
Has become an illegal settlement
I wait for you
Like a child waits for his mother
In Gaza
Looking out of the only window
Left of the house

You ghettoed me in your eyes
As if I don't belong anywhere
The ration of my dreams is limited now
Come forward
Defy this ceasefire of silence
Bomb me with your malicious words
Declare me a terrorist in your love
So I would dream life again
Of pain, suffering and separation
But not of death
Till you pronounce your last word
Upon me

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