My hungry lips started to talk
To her lips in language hungry,
And my tongue began to unlock
The well of her language sundry
Necking her North African mounds;
Halting at her salving shell pink
To sip and sup her winy words,
And faint and wake and rise and sink
In the waking sleep of the tongues
Of her fire
To pen my un–Sufi desire
To die in the dunes of her body.
© LazharBouazzi, October 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
My hungry lips started to talk
To her lips in language hungry,
And my tongue began to unlock
The well of her language sundry
Necking her North African mounds;
Halting at her salving shell pink
To sip and sup her winy words,
And faint and wake and rise and sink
In the waking sleep of the tongues
Of her fire
To pen my un–Sufi desire
To die in the dunes of her body.
© LazharBouazzi, October 20, 2016
