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امرَأَةُ النِعْنَاعْ
تُجَرْجِرُ الشَّبَقَ مِنْ وَجَعِ الشَّوْكْ
تُوَشْوشُها.. تَمْلاُكَ وَقْتَاً مُشْمِسَاً
تَسُوقُ فِيْ حَاشِيَتِها شَذَا اللّحْظَةِ العَابِرةْ
تُمَسِّدُ أَلَقَهَا بِرَائِحَةِ رَبِيعْ
تَرْسمُ حُدُودَ الّلُهاثِ دَائِماً
لا يُرضِيها سِوى القُرّيصُ البَرِّيّْ
وَحْدَهُ يَرْصفُ نعُومَةَ الّلغَةِ بِشَوكِهْ
تُوَشْوشُها.. تَمْلاُكَ وَقْتَاً مُشْمِسَاً
تَسُوقُ فِيْ حَاشِيَتِها شَذَا اللّحْظَةِ العَابِرةْ
تُمَسِّدُ أَلَقَهَا بِرَائِحَةِ رَبِيعْ
تَرْسمُ حُدُودَ الّلُهاثِ دَائِماً
لا يُرضِيها سِوى القُرّيصُ البَرِّيّْ
وَحْدَهُ يَرْصفُ نعُومَةَ الّلغَةِ بِشَوكِهْ
طَعْمُهُ يُرَطِّبُ حَلاوَةَ المَشْهَدْ
يَحْتَلُّ الجَسَدَ المَتْرُوكَ لِلبَياضْ
يَنتَزِعُ عِفَّةَ النِّعْناعَةِ بِخَشْخَشَةِ أَوْرَاقِهِ الجَبَلِيَّةْ
يَترُكُ نُدُوبَهُ فِيْهَا
شَوْكُهُ.. أَلَقُهُ المُتَلاحِقْ
يُوقِفُ مَجرَى التَّنَفّسِ وَقْتاً كَأَنَّهُ الأَبَدْ
ثُمَّ يُدَغْدِغُ مِرفَقَ النِّعْنَاعَةِ بِوَخزَةٍ حَاسِمةْ
Woman of Mint
يَحْتَلُّ الجَسَدَ المَتْرُوكَ لِلبَياضْ
يَنتَزِعُ عِفَّةَ النِّعْناعَةِ بِخَشْخَشَةِ أَوْرَاقِهِ الجَبَلِيَّةْ
يَترُكُ نُدُوبَهُ فِيْهَا
شَوْكُهُ.. أَلَقُهُ المُتَلاحِقْ
يُوقِفُ مَجرَى التَّنَفّسِ وَقْتاً كَأَنَّهُ الأَبَدْ
ثُمَّ يُدَغْدِغُ مِرفَقَ النِّعْنَاعَةِ بِوَخزَةٍ حَاسِمةْ
Woman of Mint
She hauls her desire from the anguish of thorns,
whispering: sunlight abides in you.
She is followed by the aroma of a fleeting moment
which she ignites with the perfume of Spring.
Not once does she gasp for breath.
Only wild nettle sates her desire:
his hair alone will make her easy.
whispering: sunlight abides in you.
She is followed by the aroma of a fleeting moment
which she ignites with the perfume of Spring.
Not once does she gasp for breath.
Only wild nettle sates her desire:
his hair alone will make her easy.
His presence delights the scenery.
He populates vacancy.
He takes the pure mint with the force of his leaves,
scarring her deep inside.
His sting... his victory.
Her breath stopped, as if for eternity.
Then he tickles her elbow with his sting.
He populates vacancy.
He takes the pure mint with the force of his leaves,
scarring her deep inside.
His sting... his victory.
Her breath stopped, as if for eternity.
Then he tickles her elbow with his sting.
by:Fatena Al-Gharra
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