By Fatena Al-Ghorra
Belgium

I am pregnant with myself

Pregnant with my master who lies sweating in my cocoon

The details of rain when it wails on tired faces take me

To him. . . the distant one who is united with me

Broken as I am. . . Tired as I am. . . Lonely as I am

He chews on his silence with the lust of manifestation

The defeats of lovers at the crossroads of ecstasy scare him

He lives in me “come to me”

his call manifests itself and I am manifested in the raining ascent

I am full of his nearness

He takes me gracefully

I return from him a butterfly perched on an old cave

It weaved inscriptions and went to its last date

His scent inhabits my pores

It bites my passion with his sweetness

He leaves me unstrung at the first gate and keeps gazing at my virgin surprise

He who is made of pain and fire

He debunks my details according to his universal calculations

He plays a symphony to which I dance and revel

He revels too

He goes from me and enters deeper

Once

Again

A fifth time

There is still much time for him to arrive

The soul gathers its fragments and shakes itself off in his hands

Again

Image credit: Nude, Paul Baert

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