"Let me borrow your language,
Your sounds
It will be easier,
Clearer for you
To read through yourself
What I feel to you..
Let me borrow your crayons, your pencil,
To draw the face you love,
With the colors you love..
Let me borrow your brush
To spread the colors on my lost dimensions in the
Transparent journey in your shoulders..
Let me borrow your fingers
Lest my limbs would escape from me,
Lest Barada would leave my eyes to the Nile
To be alone
Looking for the limitations of my hands
To see all the world capitals a foam,
My song did not come to draw your blue-burnt-face
Let me borrow your table
To throw my February fatigue
To lend beside your favorite champagne
And be the friend of your manly hours,,
Let me borrow your ears
I want to tune up my voice to sing for you all the night
The song you liked when we were kids
On two far chairs
Front to the strangers' eyes
Making love with some Egyptian silent pride..
Let me borrow your fingers
Mine are not so talented
To massage your tired neck
After a long work day,
Maybe you would stay longer this night if you smell
A hand that you trust.
Let me borrow your bed,
You might sleep for longer hours
Wearing my heart
Without your pajamas
Preserving my stars to my sleeping moon..
Let me borrow your memory,
To narrate all the stories you used to like
You might have some more interesting time with me , this time
Then, I might see Allah laughing in your eyes…
Let me borrow your stance,
To give you my place,
To pray for you
In your own careless way,,
Years ago, years ago
I borrowed your touch
"My heart is like an apple in your hand
My heart is like a ball between your feet,
If you sleep right now, my soul would flitter upon your head
And if you wake up right now, you would put on my heart not your slippers.."
Let me borrow your hair,
To comb it with my lips,
To wash it with my kiss,
To cut it with my teeth
To wet it with my tired sweat
Before ,
And after
Your love..
Let me borrow your sheet,
To cover your legs,
To be its seat,
To stretch my ribs under your hips,
And warm its corner
With my dorming knees,
What if I borrowed nothing
What if you gave me nothing
And I stood like a poor guy
In front of your eye,
Would you look for yourself on your past shelf
Would you hurry in the paths
Of empty wraths
Or keep my scent around your wrist
And close your eyes on my paradise
Or you will wait some ready formed plate
Of girls from Seattle,
Boiling your cattle
To see me rattle
On my poems' battle…
Could you borrow my heart
I give it for you
Some gift
Some toy??
To feel how hard it is to stand
At your doors all night..
To have all the flights
To make your days bright..
Could you borrow my place
To watch my face
Which gave its keys
And presented its race
To some endless case:
"Being your lace"
Don't you feel how comfortable is your shoe..
I always stretch your feet
To make your fleet
On my heart's treat
Don't they all like your shoes
It is me wondering in my blues,,
Thanks for borrowing ,,
Forget my woos.."
Your sounds
It will be easier,
Clearer for you
To read through yourself
What I feel to you..
Let me borrow your crayons, your pencil,
To draw the face you love,
With the colors you love..
Let me borrow your brush
To spread the colors on my lost dimensions in the
Transparent journey in your shoulders..
Let me borrow your fingers
Lest my limbs would escape from me,
Lest Barada would leave my eyes to the Nile
To be alone
Looking for the limitations of my hands
To see all the world capitals a foam,
My song did not come to draw your blue-burnt-face
Let me borrow your table
To throw my February fatigue
To lend beside your favorite champagne
And be the friend of your manly hours,,
Let me borrow your ears
I want to tune up my voice to sing for you all the night
The song you liked when we were kids
On two far chairs
Front to the strangers' eyes
Making love with some Egyptian silent pride..
Let me borrow your fingers
Mine are not so talented
To massage your tired neck
After a long work day,
Maybe you would stay longer this night if you smell
A hand that you trust.
Let me borrow your bed,
You might sleep for longer hours
Wearing my heart
Without your pajamas
Preserving my stars to my sleeping moon..
Let me borrow your memory,
To narrate all the stories you used to like
You might have some more interesting time with me , this time
Then, I might see Allah laughing in your eyes…
Let me borrow your stance,
To give you my place,
To pray for you
In your own careless way,,
Years ago, years ago
I borrowed your touch
"My heart is like an apple in your hand
My heart is like a ball between your feet,
If you sleep right now, my soul would flitter upon your head
And if you wake up right now, you would put on my heart not your slippers.."
Let me borrow your hair,
To comb it with my lips,
To wash it with my kiss,
To cut it with my teeth
To wet it with my tired sweat
Before ,
And after
Your love..
Let me borrow your sheet,
To cover your legs,
To be its seat,
To stretch my ribs under your hips,
And warm its corner
With my dorming knees,
What if I borrowed nothing
What if you gave me nothing
And I stood like a poor guy
In front of your eye,
Would you look for yourself on your past shelf
Would you hurry in the paths
Of empty wraths
Or keep my scent around your wrist
And close your eyes on my paradise
Or you will wait some ready formed plate
Of girls from Seattle,
Boiling your cattle
To see me rattle
On my poems' battle…
Could you borrow my heart
I give it for you
Some gift
Some toy??
To feel how hard it is to stand
At your doors all night..
To have all the flights
To make your days bright..
Could you borrow my place
To watch my face
Which gave its keys
And presented its race
To some endless case:
"Being your lace"
Don't you feel how comfortable is your shoe..
I always stretch your feet
To make your fleet
On my heart's treat
Don't they all like your shoes
It is me wondering in my blues,,
Thanks for borrowing ,,
Forget my woos.."
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