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deema kaedbey — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 21:00:00 +0000

Ghiwa Sayegh

cheek to cheek

in the moist cavity

of another sacrilege

profane twins close

when daughterlies

glide in the dissonant music of unbounded breaths

I smile when

they search my grainy

body of grinded leaves and

hammered peel when

I’m only shadow

in the light of fluttery

receptions

when my womb painfully

dissected

pain

on a bench of experts and monosighted lenses

as you listen to me

muffled

to the speck of sand

clinging to sliding curves

to the seashell on gills

of ears or

perhaps what would be

I draw

in archaic letters

fine line of flush

that accuses

memory and dream of

mating

under the dizzy fragrance

recognized

or the promises of a sunken

envelope

in archaic letters

again and again

I hum her body

and blow out her gasp

to better reminisce

what is engraved

in archaic letters

my throat

becomes a world

of colors and planets

leaving absurd traces

of purple eyelids and

devoured characters

Once, I will be thousands of particles dissipated that will tap on car windows and they will call it

doubt

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Sawt al' Niswa

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Opinions

Category:

Sexuality

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