Michel L. Sukkarieh
USA
sukkami@yahoo.com

Mile 18

tell god to burn my chair next to him in heaven,
i will not die,
i want to stay
so i can watch your day
from day to day
passing by me.
tell god,
that i deserve to stay,
so i can need you,
i deserve to need
you and build a bridge to pain across you
and that if you must die,
i must live to stay so in a million years
(and whatever god there we may have then)
i will haunt your grave
lay beside your name
so i can read you
all my poems verse by verse
yes... i deserve to stay,
for i have sinned..
ii prefer to play your hair,
touch you there
where i want you...
i want to stay in this universe
where i can watch your hair grow
seek its roots and dimensions,
i want to stay,
and where would i go without you now?
from the angled bone above your chest
to the moving lovers across your lashes,
i must stay to play my notes,
i deserve to stay, and you die
i have sinned.
isensetime-withouttime
i’d rather live
and
you die...
tell god that you will punish me,
by letting me drink from your endless dreams,
a cup of nothing
let me stay one more 1001 nights,
in a place of stars born in the sentimental wounds of Orphelis
i deserve to stay
and paint your face around your bed with morning jealousy
touch your hairy skin day by day,

i choose today,
that i deserve to stay,
i will rent the 18th floor of a building,
i will imagine and
be logical,
i will make love to your voice,
i will strip your necklace from its pearls
i will sweep the floor of your turkish coffee
i will make you blackdresses, purpledresses, redresses
and burn them daily before I visit you,
i deserve to stay,
and i can not let you stay with me,
i am forever MAD!