I’m Lonely!

oh! my love i know how cold you are how hard this is to explain be the button on your coat button-up all the holes who is embracing who? who is arresting who? a trip from the bottle of wine to the glass is this evidence of agony? thus the lust inside me is my trouble i saw that shiver on the out of season tree leaves winter and summer become lovers? the wind which stops blowing does not belong to the dead seas… i’m the breath of the Mediterranean my non-emigrating fishes shouldn’t hurry the birds fly with their feet who’s seen a flying limping bird? their clouds are my palms, my palms are their clouds, no body knows my hands... you are the light of the poems i’m full of broken moments this is why i’m outside of your door-step my love at your door step I’m collecting pith and marrow and kneading a dough; creating you over and over again i’m Lonely! Gunsel Djemal February- 2009 - Bromley Road -London