Forgiveness

I forgive the wine
I forgive the the rim of the glass, the tips of my lips and the love they made
I forgive the music, my footsteps, my sways
I forgive my fire, my passion, my cravings
I forgive my desire to fall and be caught
I forgive my infatuated trip into illusion
I forgive the shyness, the escape, the hiding

Just like the sun forgives us

At every glimpse of a sunrise

For our nightly delusions
Washing the earth with its rays

Motherly, compassionately, vast-heartedly
I forgive myself

For thinking we were two

Amal - January 2015

A Couch

A couch

Us

A casual bottle of red wine

Warmth

Words

Dance

Silence

This back is faithful and strong

It can and does dance along

To many poems and many songs

Yet, intoxication heightens after some dance

And after flights there is, at times, a collapse

And in that collapse chaos battles itself

And when the battle dies, this exhausted body falls

And with its fall morsels ache

Reminding me I'm also made of mud and flesh

And all that flesh wants is a couch

With wine to sooth

With warmth as balm

With words streaming poetry

With nurturing arms

With silence as mercy

With a couch that is home

With you as beauty

An embodiment of Love

A gift of hope.

Amal - January 2015