Treasure Island

Fatima Nusairat

(Jordan)

Pile of straw


Pile of straw..;
Atom or atoms of dust
There is life on the terrace
Stands..!
,
There is a sad blue light..
Cleverly plays a game.
,
There is a complete submission
For sedition..
There is a woman with
Twenty springy spring
Raucous and..
Pouring down on..
The walls of his poems!
,
She saw him...
Pinned his knees at times..
And.. relaxes his head between his hands
Another time..
He seem's, tense
Glamorous and sexy..
While the words, was jumping
Around his lips..

And..she..
As cherry tree, flowering
Her lips are quivering
Whenever she is breathing in..
And breathing out
Frequently repeated
I love him..
I do not..!
Standing like towering air
Clear, brilliant,
Green light his love..!

Submitted: Thursday, June 20, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 21, 2013

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