I am not afraid of loving.Iam afraid of forgetting love
and so i sperate my naked body to the evenings...to the
breeze of the september night not far away from winter
leave my kisses to the yellow and red butterflies
to allow them to fly in my absence
leave my passionate poems to the rivers
so that they can recite them to passserbys...
leave my scent to my old lovers
leave my fantacies to those i saw once
leave my secrets to the pages of books
leave the pavilion of laughter
and weeping pavilions side by side
leave all the blomming tress to my dreams
so that they can remeber that happiness
is in the legs of nature and silence can be as painful
as love that love smiles but is never satisfied
is happy but is never too long as a stranger
in your bed who speaks to you as he loves you
knowing he will never see you
and who are we after making love after every lover?
are we still afraid what love might do to us?
I speak for those who feel the way i do
i do belive i must leave of me to some one some place
so that they could remeber me...
by nathalie handal...
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