Heart

When the wind exposes him

the heart becomes uncovered

like the fruits of the autumn

then a woman binds him

she glows in the mind

presses out her moons in his two hands

and hatches his flowers in calm

then his low spirits tow him from

heads of his fingers.

How don't you not leave him?

Oh ! The breath of the morning

opens his eye lashes to the moistness

and delivers his herbals in the avenues

and he fills the city night with love.

How don't you not leave him

to rais upon the houses

his dreams's napkins

A forest...

or his knife.

Tarek Nassif

2006