May 2006




Why See More

Young nude rhythms capture her grace
fully subject to some aesthetic form.
We observe silhouettes of her passion,
dance originally without angry colors.
Only her heart suffers shards of joy,
like piercing rigid glass, cold concrete.
Shattering the silence of this tranquility.

Feeling death in the fiery music,
and knowing some deep, dark pain,
I hold her best songs inside me,
about her free ideas of the surreal.

Trying to make sense, though life has no meaning,
her mad art, which never must recreate,
Breaks me, and tries to bring balance,
like some silly impression, creating glorious metaphors.

I ask you, my sweetest angel,
appearing in dreams like a white masterpiece,
Dazzle me quickly, then bring hope to her,
with open arms, faith indeed, she will accept.
This raw approach welds new fashions,
and is absurd to the world and most,
But I live after some other icon,
always painting with my every thought,
always trying to see more…


Sonnet XVI
-Pablo Naruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-
rose, or topaz, or the arrow of
carnations the fire shoots off. I love
you as certain dark things are to be
loved, in secret, between the shadow
and the soul. I love you as the plant
that never blooms but carries in
itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid
fragrance, risen from the earth, lives
darkly in my body. I love you without
knowing how, or when, or from where. I
love you straightforwardly, without
complexities or pride; so I love you
because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you, so
close that your hand on my chest is my
hand, so close that your eyes close as
I fall asleep.

Happy Birthday habibti~

My Life Imploded Today.