He asked her what is the color of –
her voice.
and the story of what season does it
tell.
What does it smell like.
What does it taste like.
***
And she replied
It's the color of fire
telling the story of winter
smells like rain
tastes like the brown earth
***
(1)
أسمك إمرأة
صوتك صوت المطر
رائحتك النسيم
مشيتك الزمن
سائلة بدمي
دائماً وأبداً
(2)
طيري قريباً للشمس
فإن ﻻ تحترقي
لم تعيشي!
إحترقي
عيشي
(c) khulud khamis, Haifa 2013
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