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Lynn Al-Abiad May 2016
حاملة كاس نبيد أحمر ب إيدا و عيونو عم بتعِدّ خرزات ظهرها المكشوف
و شعرها مرفوع كعكة و رَقبِتها عم ب عيّطلو يجي يهجر شفافو على ريحة عطرها


She is holding a glass of red wine and his eyes are counting every vertebra of her exposed back
And her hair is pinned up in a bun in a way that her neck was calling for him to desert his lips on the scent of her perfume



لين اا -
- LynnAA
متى 26:26-27
John 6:56

1/5/2016
Sally A Bayan Apr 2016
(10 w x 6)

I'm losing hold,
reflexes...relaxed,
...in a cradle,
..........swayed....by---
O
strong summer-y wind
................pushing
........pulling.....
......c a d e n c e... is
..........h y p n o t i z i n g...
.............playing music,
O
a sleepy tune
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~lulling the mind
~ ~ ~ and the eyes ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ while
O
~ ~ ~birds flitting about
~ ~ ~ ~dull the senses, and
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ quieten the soul...
O
i cannot...
i don't want
to ~ ~ fight ~  ~ it
~ ~ any ~ ~ longer
O
~ ~ to the gentle afternoon breeze
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ blowing ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~ ~  i finally ~ ~ ~ ~ willingly
~ ~ ~ succumb ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
O


Sally

Copyright January 26, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
*** one windy, sleepy afternoon before taking a nap***
Sarah Kersey Sep 2015
I think if you were cremated right here and now, your ashes would burst into flames
You are like wildfire
Unstoppable and hypnotic
My lungs pour out smoke as your eyes light up when the sun goes down
Your temper is like a flare gun against the red of the sky
Fading faster than I am
I make you sound like a crime scene
but you are so much more
You are interlaced fingers as the lights chase us out of town
When I look at you, I see the hue of police sirens
The burning fire of the strands that erupt out of your skull contrast with the pharmaceutical waves of your eyes
The essence of you narcotizes my system
A piece I wrote for a friend's video project that I'm actually quite fond of.

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