Mulitdicipinary Writer
Category: Poetry
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In Palestine, and I mean within the holy walls of mosques, prayers are incinerated at dawn. I stand there collecting the dismembered limbs of my people while the world watches behind screens. If moments of silence were held to honor our dead, the world would be silent indefinitely. If I, too, shall go amongst other…
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![[You who arrived]](https://youmakemelovelove.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/01/img_0651.jpeg?w=1024)
To you who arrived and sat tenderly on the hills and valleys of my heart, I am writing. Here, there are forests to wonder and hours to waste enveloped in pleasure. I have come to know you as perfume knows memory, as windows knows light, and as streets know the quiet after midnight. I have…
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I am pleased you’re present too. I am tender againwith you sat next to meat the coffee shop thatwe love so dearly. I think you’d forgottenor eaten that avo-chicken sandwich I’d grabbedyou from the place around the corner. What may come,I am thrilled to seeelegantly unfold before me. You may be the death of me…
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Honey,that’s what it tasted likewhen you kissed me in your hotel room; like honeyon an aircraftwhere the airis so thinit makes my headlight. Loving youmade me feel that high. You mademy lonely forget itself. You mademe believehome was neithera place nora person. Before leaving,I wanted to tell you:of all the places you have been,I wanted…
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I don’t like milk only with coffeeand mainly inround cups thatremind meof the directionmy head spins inwhen youtalk to me. My head,and heartretired whenyou almostkissedmein the street. My kneesrefuse tohold my bodyin protest thatyoushould beholding me. I want my bodynext to your bodywith nobodyaround. Won’t youmove intomy heart? I wantto forgeteverybodythat rented itbefore you.
Dali 