Inside the poet

When we found both of us
We were in the same latency
You are over sunrises way
But i was the lap of the darkness

In my eyes
Why are you beautiful like that?
Because i bathe you every night..!

I am
a damned poem
You are my sly
You shade me by your tangled fingers

Don’t ask me
about a indian ocean farness
and Atlantic
How do I sleep
for me..?

There.. you
Here.. me
We are the reflection
Of eternity mysteries
Your mouth,
that whispers to my heart
Has no tongue
Silent lips
Pros is their wine
Poetry is their drunkenness

Oh you
I am
Forest of poems
leave it
Before its burning
Before the extinction of my soul

Larbi Houmaidi@2019