She does not love you.
Your metaphors thrill her
you are her poet.
But that's all there's to it.

from “She Does Not Love You

“I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitar…”

“إن لم نجد مَنْ يهزمنا ثانيةً هزمنا أنفسنا بأيدينا لئلا ننسى!”

“هُنالِكَ حُبٌّ يَمُرُّ بنا دون أَن نَنْتَبِهْ ,فلا هُوَ يَدْري ولا نحن نَدْري”

“We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise fro…”