24 June 2013

her voice

He asked her what is the color of – 
her voice.

and the story of what season does it

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


أسمك إمرأة
صوتك صوت المطر
رائحتك النسيم
مشيتك الزمن
سائلة بدمي
دائماً وأبداً

طيري قريباً للشمس
فإن ﻻ تحترقي
لم تعيشي!

(c) khulud khamis, Haifa 2013

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