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Jul 2016
علّقت الشّرشف على الحيط
و الشّرشف كبير و قَعَدِت نسمة الصّيْفيّة تلعبلو بطرفو
و أنا كنت لابسي فستان عْلي ورود و إنت كنت لابس قميص بيضاء و بنطالون بني
و أنا عم بركض و إنت لاحقني
متل الأولاد الصغار
و شفت الشّرشف عم بيِعْلى طَرَفو عن الحيط
فركضت أسرع و مسِكتو و تخبّيت ورا
و ما بلاقي غير طار و إنت صرت تحتو
إيديك مش مكَفيِينَك لتغمرني
و أنا حالي مش مكفّيني لعَلْقَك بين إيدَيّي و بَوْسَك
و وطي الشّرشف علينا و خبّى أجسامنا اللّي عم بتِلْتَف على بعضها
و ما بقي غير ريحة الشّرشف لتخَبّر عن أفعالنا


You hung the sheet on the wall
And the sheet was big and the summer breeze kept swaying its end off the wall
And I was wearing a floral dress and you were wearing a white shirt and brown pants
I was running and you were following me
Just like kids do
And I saw the end of the sheet rising off the wall
So I ran faster to grab it and hid behind it
And I saw nothing but the sheet flying and you appearing under it
You not having enough hands to embrace me
And I not having enough of myself to get a hold of you and fill you with my kisses
And the sheet fell back on us, and hid our bodies that were wrapping around each other
And only the smell of the sheet was left to tell about our doings



لين اا -
-LynnAA
.لإنّو إيّام, بِكْرَهَك هَلْقَد
Because sometimes, I hate you so.

9/7/2016
Lynn Al-Abiad
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Lynn Al-Abiad
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