Lines on lines

Passion in the valley of storms 

With a pleasure of morning dew on white sandy beaches

With the rhythm of argony to the Nubian Man

With the scent of burning flesh.. while my sister cries who child is this in her hijab full of red.... kissing dirt..prostrating 

While the rain has no tempo anymore while i drink my heart of love to hurt

And i dream of fishes tears like the flowers rained a drop but one upon my loVe

And the butterfly's tongue on an hour with Jack Daniels 

Today the flowers are dry.. as death misses many

And Yet another pleasure and another surprise on forgiveness. ....is needed 

God is there.