By Fadi Abu Deeb
I found you near a stream
In the night that resembles the taste of water
Between the silver mountains
When the moon was cloaked,
with the color of a dream inside a dream.
you were asking:
“Where do these bright pearls on the breast of the flowing body come from?
How can this coldness be like the bosom of a lover?”
And I was behind, beholding
Planting my answers under the soil
to become redolent buds
/Like the flowers of the evening in the inner streets of the city/
When you have turned your face
to return home,
That which you’ve never showed me its way