When night comes----By Najet Adwani

 

When night
over runed,
...Wrapped my small room his shawl,
a heavy darkness
was pressing my chest.
If these watchful stars
weren't here,
if they didn't spread out
their fun
into my eyes
my sleepless would be plunged
with a bitter- wine....
Come,
My braids missed your
scent breezes,
my heart's pulses
were yearning
for your chest's warmth.
Come,
We scarf the moon
with
our spectrum's beauty..
And we play
a romance-tune
subscribed by my rouge

over your lips.

Reviews

[Amir Weslati]

waw, very nice and hot.