Friday, October 8, 2010

Hard to Get

The morning sky shrieks light and cries, “I am in love with you!”
The rooster answers but I hunker down in my blankets
and try to ignore it.

At midday the sun blazes away screaming, “Come away with me!”
But I seek out the shade
And stuff bread in my ears.

At night the stars sing faintly and sweetly, “Make love to me!”
But I am throwing dice and drinking coffee with my friends
And although I hear them, I pretend that I do not.

In my dreams the Beloved punches me in the face and says,
“Why are you playing hard to get?”
In my dream, Najat says nothing.

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