Arab Woman Talking

لو تدرون لو تدرون وما عرفتم شوقاً خلدثه الأيام وصوتٌ كتمه البحر والولهان يبحث عنه في كل زاوية في الأردض في كل مكان بين صفحات الأحلام يتركلي رسالة صطورها ذهب وعطرٌ وعطرٌ وعطر ألياسمين يبوح يبوح يبوح باسمه ..... L:- If you know if you know, but you never will a yearning immortalized by the days and a voice swallowed by the sea and the mad in love searches for it Everywhere In between the pages of dreams he leaves me a letter its lines made of gold and the smell of jasmine reveals his name .....

...a lie that did not persist created by a prodigy child disseminated by a hacker profile and username set up fictional but unimaginative ...a machine with numerous dysfunctions breaks unreliable engine temperamental no spare parts ...recalled to somewhere past China no statements made no reimbursement to the buyer

I cannot tell if it is guilt, or the bitter acceptance of my nature that weighs me down this morning. I cannot tell if it is truly my nature, or if I am simply an addict, seeking nourishment in all the wrong places- at all the wrong times. A binge eater .. I fast, famine and feast - devour the fruit before it is ripe - I am left with indigestion. "If only you had waited." Reprimand myself, I fast then بفطر على بصله , coated with chocolate to trick my imagination into thinking it sweet. "But onions are good for you, so what if they smell." Today I wish I were catholic, so I could go to a priest and confess. He would subscribe a few Hail Marys to me and I would be forgiven ... If only I were a believer, I would repent. But is it sin to want - to taste - to eat? And if one does not taste, how would one know ... is the apple mushy or is it firm.... is it even an apple? An apple a day keeps the doctor away, or so they say - but today's apples are packed with hormon...

She gives up her voice to see her lover But he does not hear her ... She turns into sea foam زبد البحر The little mermaid Between the realms, underneath She dives into the unconscious Swimming in the abundant vibrance Of water The wind stirs her waves And inside her a fire stirs The shore comes She opens up Her flesh fields of grape, fig, and palm I take a taste... L:- 21/1/2010 Salty.

Man has always aimed to the sky KItes Planes Rockets And we dig into the ground with a shovel But rock stops us midway or less than mid way We stop sometimes we find a spring or well If we're cursed, we find oil Into the sky What flies is an extension of me There's a thread between us Translucent but sturdy like that of a web The spider crawls from beneath the carpet I squash it -just kidding, it's alive. Ode to the internet So what if it's a window into secrets A spying eye into the files of any self So what.... The way it makes me spy with my little eye something that begins with -You name it, and there it is. Life in 3D ... and the fourth? Five people and two dogs Cirque du soleil on the PC screen, on TV is National Geographic -Abu Dhabi edition On one, a women in red hanging from the sky The other, Omani men dancing with swords Repeat Life goes in a loop But we don't have to We can skip, from one hill to the next in a green car L;-

The wind doth deceive me and your voice I hear in the tree shrubs Possessed am I with your eyes They pierce my womb and into earth's core I fall to your embrace عشقٌ وجنون Smile to me For you I set my eyes on fire With the lashes of your eyes Hide me in the wallpaper So I can stay near you Unseen

Come Slowly Like the sun setting in the Indian Ocean Linger... In every shade of pleasure.