Rain in your mouth...



Your name sleeps…
every night ...
On the tip of my mouth…
So, when ...
I wake up…
I find my lips are moist and wet…
As if I kissed the rain…

And when ...
I run with my tongue...
Again...
On my lips ...
To taste it ...
I be sure...
It is the rain of your mouth...
Not the rain of the sky...
Then...
I go back to sleep again...
To stay immersed...
In that rain...
Which my lips gets...
From your mouth...


hazem al ...