Raise Me More Love...

raise me more love... raise me
my prettiest fits of madness
O- dagger-s journey... in my flesh
and knife-s plunge...
sink me further my lady...
the sea calls me
add to me more death ...
perhaps as death slays me... I-m revived
your body is my map...
the world's map no longer concerns me...
I am the oldest capital of sadness...
and my wound a Pharaonic engraving
my pain.... extends like an oil patch
from Beirut... to China...
my pain... a caravan...dispatched
by the Caliphs of 'A-Chaam'... to China...
in the seventh century of the 'Birth'...
and lost in a dragon-s mouth...
bird of my heart... 'naysani'
O- sand of the sea, and forests of olives
O- taste of snow, and taste of fire...
my heathen flavor, and insight
I feel scared of the unknown... shelter me
I feel scared of the darkness... embrace me
I feel cold... cover me up
tell me children stories...
rest beside me...
Chant to me...
since from the start of creation
I-ve been searching for a homeland to my forehead...
for a woman-s hair...
that writes me on the walls... then erases me...
for a woman-s love... to take me
to the borders of the sun... and throws me...
from a woman-s lip... as she makes me
like dust of powdered gold...
shine of my life. my fan
my lantern. declaration of my orchards
stretch me a bridge with the scent of oranges...
and place me like an ivory comb...
in the darkness of your hair... then forget me
I am a drop of water... ambivalent
remaining in the notebook of October
your love crushes me...
like a mad horse from the Caucasus throwing me under its hoofs...
and gargles with the water of my eyes...
add to me more fury... add to me
O- prettiest fits of my madness
for your sake I set free my women
and effaced my birth certificate
and cut all my arteries...