Something Wrong - Adeep Kamal Ad-Deen

[highlyeccentric]

1.
There is something wrong in the bed,
In the bird that flew over the bed,
In the poem that was written
To describe the pleasures of the bed
And in the surprise waiting for the bed at the end.

2.
There is something wrong in the fingers,
Longing, and the moment of embrace.
There is something wrong in the body.
I mean in the apples of the body
And in their unfaithful strange desires.

3.
There is something wrong in the glass and alcohol,
In dance and the female dancer,
in nudity and the act of nudity,
In coffin documents,
In the anthem, the noise
And in the wars that ate their children
Or will eat them soon.

4.
There is something wrong in the secret,
Grave, exile and between the legs.
There is something wrong in the airplane,
In the cockpit
And in the years that suddenly disappeared
Without prior warning.
There is something wrong in the sea,
In the sitting near the sea
And near the naked women.
I mean the completely naked women.

5.
There is something wrong that becomes huge
And another that breeds.
The third becomes old,
The fourth weeps.
The fifth escapes from exile to exile,
From tear to tear
And from ashes to ashes.

6. There is something wrong in the letter and in the dot,
In the sandy clock and the rocky clock,
In the memory, the appointment and the knife,
In the key, the door of the house and rain,
In the kiss and the word of regret,
In the desire of your lips and my lips,
In: I love you,
In: Goodbye.

7.
Finally,
In magic short,
There is something wrong that just resembles me
As the sea resembles itself,
As the music resembles the bird of the dawn.
A wrong that neither forgets nor forgives until death,
Opens the door of death
In black quietness
And flies.