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Her
Her words
were my oxygen
her thoughts
invaded my lungs
her
passion
woke me from deep within
her rejection
peeled off all my skin
Lie embedded in my heart
bleeding
yet I still held a breath or two
she fired the one thousand and one
my heart had no more room
for
life
or love
so now you have the proof
a heart can die twice
You have known me for years
you and Harif, brothers in arms
late evenings and making sure
Cuba becomes free
Che would have been proud
of us, all for one and one for all
bonded by compassion
all these words, I know you know

late into the nights
jazz music or Arabic delights
the philosophy runs deep and blue
romance seeping in our veins

I know you are one of the few whom understand
how can I not? be in love
with a woman, who says........

"Happy international women's day.
**** all the feminists who remained silent on the Gaza genocide."

when the last song is finished
you will be asleep
you already know
I am eternally grateful
a taste of the family I never had
Hope you like! :)
Arthur Vaso Mar 13
Yes! There I said it
a claim I declare it true
such love and care
rainbow of colors
red, purple, green, orange and blue
many shades of beauty anew
twenty four different vegetables fresh
twelve different greens
olive oil always a must
with a touch of Caesar
to be zesty, and make smiles gleam
truly art for a fancy museum
I impressed myself
only myself it seems
beside this work of art
a bottle of French Merlot
a meal to die for

I stared down
a tear more for the dressing
alone, even the candles now dead
slowly I got up
disposed  the salad in  the garbage
poured the wine down the drain
rains falls outside
darkness rains inside
alone
a meal to die for
Arthur Vaso Mar 11
In her arms
it felt so right
she was a warrior
just like me
she was my book
I could read for eternity

Every battle we conquered
with olive trees, melons
gardens of wild flowers
that blew free in the wind
kept warm with the keffiyeh
a bottle of Bekaa wine
we dreamed
of a land
where all children
play with laughter
live with love and no fear
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Arthur Vaso Mar 10
Thirsty, I have no **** or hoof
a small tree over a shimmering spring
the oasis
I succulently devour the water
every drop
a sensual desire for life
it quenches my body and soul
the water is your voice
softly falling on my ears
like a waterfall
cascading vibrations over the sadness
you never have to worry
you see?
I will always need water
only the camel will die
you are the pearl
that will live forever
in my memory
Confession: I listen to Turkish music
Arthur Vaso Mar 10
Radio silence
the explosions stopped
no one left to love
decomposing tear by tear
There is no measurement for sadness.
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