Salwa

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Salwa my sweetness
Your words are perfume to my ears,
Your kiss shall rescue my lips from aridity.
If you ever go abandoning me in sad reality
Salwa my eyes shall capsize in wells of tears
for you…
Salwa my sweetness

Salwa my sweetness
the gum on my lips shall be loosened by your kiss
my heart, noiseless and hospitable, to you I will lease
dwell therein for nine ninety nine years please
if you leave lock the door carry with you the keys
forever…
Salwa my sweetness!

Leisure Time

African-Moonlight

I spend my leisure listening to imaginary music,
writing love letters to hypothetical women
upon whose lips and laps I erected structures of words of desire,
just for the sake of love and laughter and lies;
for the sake of spending leisure before I retire!
At times, I spend leisure reading a bad poem
or autobiographies of thieves, drug lords and corrupt souls:
“From zig to zag…the Rise of Mr. Zigzag”,
flawlessly done in a straight line…
and such are these times!

Sometimes, I spend my leisure sipping wet air in evening breeze,
‘cause wet air bolsters my mind to the point I feel no freeze.
When there’s ne’er time for leisure, I spend it in the bed of thought late in the night
conversing with my blankets and my bugs
It’s such times that my bed plays the role of a tree,
what it used to be, or perhaps still is;
and we sway in our own wind in a deep forest
that was a while ago but a lonely tiny bedroom.

In my leisure at times, I think of people;
lots of them; beautiful, ugly, sweet, sour,
serene, noisy, great, tiny. goons. derelicts.
obsolete men. antediluvian…obsessed with my foreskin.
vicious souls in virtuous bodies.
millions of strange faces encountered on streets
flashing in my memory in hushed movements recorded by a busy brain
I just think of people…
all lost and found in a leisurely mental walk
on a cold night when the moon is in a grey sweater
wishing so painfully she were the sun!