About a Morning

“I will remember the kissesour lips raw with love

and how you gave me

everything you had

and how I

offered you what was left of

me” …

Bk.

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About Completeness in a Shape

There is a picture in the back of my childhood memory of a warm place between two arms overthrowing the dark mountain.
It is safe, it becomes our throne as we both reign over the world of truth. We do not know of other worlds.

The river that slithers our closeness avoids the circle your fingers drew so that the bluest of blue waters can come to turn our longing into our life’s victory.

We sit in it, listening to the soft velvet waves of stories descending from the clouds of the horizons.

We speak our words, my words mostly, the ones I wrote in the early times of understanding when I was running away from the common hearts and tongues. They get under your skin you said, they turn you into nothingness.

You understand my madness between the skin of my thoughts, you love them and push my pen outside the contours of your love,

The black endless sky.

You say it is easy for me, I see the words in shapes and colors and linden flowers.

You break my storms in pieces with your calmness and touch,

I bow because I know you must go to the land of Gods where you belong, to find your soul

While I write mine,

And when our time will come again

We’ll find eachother with a smile, as we did, while the blue waters will retreat and the mountain will take us back to its kingdom

Because by then we will have become the king and queen of our lives.
M.

About October’s End

The time of people has stopped while we have loves in the cities and the streets of the world.

You are waiting for my embrace to seal your peace because you know that I am your real freedom,

And as our stories lay on the edge of memory, you, my fantasy keeper of the blue waters

Await for me on a beach, pouring its shores on the hourglass of our beginnings

And rebirth the time of love and history again

For us.

We were made with fire and words and traveled the insides of this earth to find each other before the god of goneness placed its kiss on our skins one winter night.

Atlas will bring us back on the waves of goodness and shield us in its palms

To tell you that the pleasure in our love could make us eternal.

There is no more pain, no death, no touch that could lure us into Medusa’s world,

And the ocean is no longer frightening because we have never known distances when we stood in front of the mirrors of our own naked souls.

The universe is our cradle and autumn will rebuild our home in her daring words.

Come for me!

 

M.

 

 

 

 

About Taheeb

When the sweet smells of summer settle on my skin and birds linger in my hair,

You let go of my hand for a while from the other side of the universe.

We both know that my time for flying has come and so I

Rise…

In search of another life which is passion and pleasure and all their roads together leading into this.

Poetry…

And the supreme of it all is you, smiling and glowing watching my hands play with the contours of blue waters and red sands,

Freely…

I fly from peaks of histories to songs of wilderness, from ancient hidden carved gods into colors of madness on a leaf

Because I need to be, I need to live and be part of every part of this world, and you understand that,

You…

standing at the corner of my childhood under the summer of my life,

shaping the color of my dreams with your embrace,

completing my words on the canvas of our bed, the only safe place where we

Belong…

Through seasons and ages I found you and recognized you and felt an immortal joy rushing through my veins faster than my blood,

I never felt lighter seeing you float silently through the skies,

And in our eternal closeness you took my hand again and said:

“You can’t be under these stars and not kiss… You see how many stories I give you?”

I listen to you with the invisible most beautiful black heart of the world beating inside our one chest,

We are our own creation and the right hands of the right when people take their stand and the universe settles into the winter of our

Embrace…

M.

About the Lovers of the Unknown

About the Lovers of the Unknown

The waters draw us together, like in our beginning, so the end takes us there again,

I have many stories to tell you now when we return to the Nordic shores for our goodbyes,

I have traveled the world into the cradle of life to gather them for you so that when you’ll cover me at your chest in that desperate embrace I’ll whisper them in your palms together with my longings.

A story about a great leader in the city of Karak to which’s bed the King itself bowed asking if there was anything to do for the people of his town. The dying voice replied “Out there we have men to do it!”

I wrote this and I pictured you smiling hearing me say over and over again that bravery is not a moment but a journey of knowing yourself and never betraying that.

A story about the red sand spread deep under the stars you can’t see anywhere else at night on the white edges of the universe where a voice said that time can be created and given.

I wrote this and I remembered how beautifully your face frowned when you felt that our time was not enough. I pictured you smiling hearing me say over and over again that it is ours to make now, under the same sky.

A story about a man who went against everyone and built Babel in the city of the seven hills, surrounded by lights and steel loves of mine arches.

I pictured you laughing when I wrote the story of building a tower to reach you in our beautiful Babylon because I want it also, against everyone, and this ego has created our reality.

A story about our far away Heaven we have both left for a while under which the night wrote, from left to right,

What’s your story? Where will you go from here? Will you live your passion?

I pictured you smiling when you said that I find us everywhere because I do, in all the colors and the horizons of the world ending with the same and only one,

My skin glowing with joy,

Of seeing you become you and me become more of what I know I am,

Lovers of the world, on the shores of the shrinking sea,

Two Suns setting, you and me.

I dreamt dreams of Gods and emperors while dreaming of us, walking back in time in the red-rose city that existed on the cliffs of the mountains,

I pictured you smiling because now you have a story for each summer day until you cover me at your chest again,

So many I have gathered for you, for us,

Love and kindness and thirst for what’s to come,

The floating peace and beauty of the unknown.

 

M.

 

About Eternals

Her face looked as if she knew his worst suffering and it was hers and she wished to bear it like this, coldly, asking no words of mitigation.

“You’re wrong,” he said. They could always speak like this to each other, continuing a conversation they had not begun. His voice was gentle. “I don’t feel that.”

“I don’t want to know.”

“I want you to know. What you’re thinking is much worse than the truth. I don’t believe it matters to me – that they’re going to destroy it. Maybe it hurts so much that I don’t even know I’m hurt. But I don’t think so. If you want to carry it for my sake, don’t carry more than I do. I’m not capable of suffering completely. I never have. It goes only down to a certain point and then it stops. As long as there is that untouched point, it’s not really pain. You mustn’t look like that.”

“Where does it stop?”

“Where I can think of nothing and feel nothing except that I designed that temple. I built it. Nothing else can seem very important.”

“You shouldn’t have built it. You shouldn’t have delivered it to the sort of thing they’re doing.”

“That doesn’t matter. Not even that they’ll destroy it. Only that it had existed.”

 

AR