Your Body is My Map

Give me more love… Give me more

Oh (you) the most beautiful of my crazy bouts

Oh (you) the dagger’s journey inside my tissues (body)

Oh (you) the knife’s intrusion

Give me more drowning..my lady

Indeed, the sea is calling me..

Give me more death…

Perhaps, if death kills me...

It will (also) resurrect me..

Your body is my map…

I am no longer concerned by

...The map of the world...

…

I am the most ancient capital of love

And my injury is an egyptian carving*

My aching is stretching..

Like a flock of doves...

From Beirut .. to China…

My aching is a caravan that..

Khalifas have sent…

From the levant to China

In the seventh century

And was lost ..

In the dragon’s mouth

(You) My heart’s bird

My April..

Oh (you) the sand of seas

Oh (you) the forest of olive trees

Oh(you) the taste of snow

Oh(you) the taste of fire

And the flavour of my doubt and belief

I feel scared of the unknown

So shelter me..

I feel scared of darkness

So embrace me..

I feel cold…

So cover me…

Tell me children’s stories

And stay near me.

Sing for me…

From the beginning of times

I have been looking ...

For a homeland for my forehead..

For the love of a woman…

That will write me on the walls..

And then erase me…

For the love of a woman

That will take me.. To the sun

(you) the light of my existence

My fan…**

My lantern…

The revelation of my gardens…

Hand me a bridge from orange’s fragrance...

And put me as an ivory comb...

In the darkness of your hair and forget about me…

I am a wavering drop of water..

That stayed in October’s notebook…

Give me more love… Give me more

Oh (you) the most beautiful of my crazy bouts

For your sake, I have freed all of my women

And left History behind me…

And crossed out my birth certificate

And cut all of my arteries...

*meaning Ancient egypt’s art from pharaoh's era

**Ventilator