Hate the Moon Together Again

Let’s hate the moon together again Between two wars you came. You mediated And lit the fire of a new love. And we began to spread ourselves between two suns One for me And the other for your eyes when the roads vanished And we only fell out over the A When it wanted to insert itself Between the W and R. We told each other I love you. The wars are made beautiful with songs. The songs wipe the blood from the wars’ lips. We’re never far from its grip. We can exchange with it our stay And I was as I always was Loving your letters and always want them. You, my soul mate, You, the voice of my voice, You, the dotting and un-dotting of my letters the teacher says: she would remove my sorrows and heal my tender soul? I said: I will make flowers of you; And I had forgotten the greenness of an evening, after the drought of my femininity. Return to me then So that we can hate this imposter This idiot The image is like a blonde Forgotten by the aged. Forgetting that our sky Is black despite his existence, And red despite his clinging to the tails of a dubious morning’s veil Come back So we can hate him This traitor Over the uniformed streets he looms like a policeman watching. My finger tips and your fingertips Come back again, So I can show you my essence I your notebook Come back to me then, So I can tell the apples in the basket Like they told me about you. Translated by Dikra Ridha