Michel L. Sukkarieh
USA
sukkami@yahoo.com

it all comes together
with the waning breezes of a fairy tale
and the desert moon of a fantasy
with the darkest hair across my face
with all of this
i can only struggle
my only fence is these words
my only hope is a faded memory across a blank page of autumn distance
as the desert moon is an impossibility when your face meets the sky above which
i will not sleep ever again
waiting for you
knowing that i can not but love you like
a grain of sand that turns into gold as the sun bakes it with its rays
or maybe black
like the oil that burns my conscience
an icy water that is slowly melting to reveal its remaining brightness
never before, did i feel the burning in the words of a man
do i see nothing! in the deepest pockets of my heart
what is forbidden is so sweet.. that is what i am
delicious, tannin with stripes of white, that is what you are
and wanting you is the sweetest thought
having you is the greatest sin..
needing you is the defeat of my senses, but i do
i do, my lovely prince,
my lonely prince
my only prince.