Mohamed Eid Poems

Women come and women go

And what is left is our yearning
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Your eyes, they rove

In every stranger's face
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My love for you is an ocean of purity

And the tides they carry our kisses to the shore
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I saw at the bottom of my closet
In a pile of old clothes
My blue shirt that had a hole,
From cigarette flames
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Let me argue
In that light
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I am bound for the sea; your heart in my heart
An ambassador from the garden
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In the winter
I miss the fiery sun
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I kissed you most sweetly
Before one of your friends
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If only you agreed to throw all those things around us
And jumped with me on the same bus with those young lovers
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Why, do you think
The moon was up on high last night
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