nizar

“Woman, whose thighs are like 
the desert palm that golden 
dates fall from, 
your breasts speak seven tongues 
and I was made to listen 
to them all. 
Give me the chance 
to avoid this storm, 
this sweeping love, 
this wintry air, and to be convinced, 
to blaspheme, and to enter 
the flesh of things. 
Give me the chance 
to be the one 
to walk on water”

Two African Breasts Nizar Qabbani
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