At the Arab Art Fair

Midnight...

Fresh air filled with yesterday’s rainy kisses

The balcony swing is putting me to sleep

I resist.

Too many stars too bright

Feels wrong to shut my eyes

…

sweet drowsiness and swinging stars

the touch of night air over my heated skin

the sweet scents of home cooking

still linger under my nose, 

watering my mouth.

On nights like this

Faith blossoms… in man and his creator

one can’t help but think of tomorrow

and I feel like a child again.

Death will come to us,

No, we shall go to It…

but, first let us taste all the spices of the earth

Let us try coconut ice cream, walk barefoot on wet roads

 and even kiss all frogs
catch a glimpse of  our fairy prince… princess

You have consumed and think you live

Let yourself Be consumed, learn how to die …breathing 

DS