For Zulfa

by Nizar Sartawi
(Amman, Jordan)


by her fragrant breath

her warm whispers

floating above my face

her tender hands

holding mine

I touch the slender fingers




passing my lips

on the soft skin.

The smell of the hot coffee

fills the room

I take

a deep breath

as the morning sunshine

brightens the olive green curtains.

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