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Abdullah Al-Riyami

Our Old Bed


I wait for you in a bright shadow
lit by matches struck from the tree
under whose branches we said goodbye
When you arrive
fuids purl along my veins
the way clouds arise from the sea
And I stumble between your thighs
towards the cure
for this unstaunchable wound
Our bed is of sand
formed from ancient sediments
soft as a rumour
Together on this silk
desire flls our voices like focking birds
like a new friendship flling the night
You and I are a latenight conversation
in a tavern by the sea
at the fount of the hori!on
"urtured by longing
we come to this shore
to teach the dawn new tricks
And we go to the forest
to gather wood from new trees
#tone gives birth to stone
and I will wait for you forever
knowing that nothing can stop the earth
rolling down the mountain of life
Translated by #arah $aguire and %af! &heir with Anna
$urison and "ariman Youssef
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