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March 12, 2013 Rasel Rana 0 Comments

Could it be that the old sewing


machine
my mother gave me
would finally come in handy?


You see, my love,
You need to be careful.
I am a seamstress’s daughter,
and every time we kiss
I yearn to stitch our lips together:
It is in my genes.


… But then I remember
the thrill of feeling your breath


getting closer,
the warmth of your tongue as it


reaches out from a distance,
and I let your mouth go
unattached like a nonchalant piece of


fabric
which fate is still unknown in a


tailor’s mind,
so that the miracle keeps creating


itself
under my starving needle,
with no thread needed
but the imaginary line
that magically fuses
your heart with mine.





Joumana Haddad


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