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from the April 2013 issue

Your Body Journeyed Off

Each time I’ve approached it, my personal effects have scattered.

The smell of a journey clings to your body.
Each time I’ve approached you, I’ve packed my personal effects.

Your body becomes my carry-on bag.
I enter it
To keep from touching the earth.

Your body—
Keep your eyes fixed on mine—
Doesn’t tire of tempting me
To commit errors,
And finally I quit the earth’s domain.

From Hadiqa bi-‘Itr Rajul (Garden Perfumed by a Man&rdquo) (Damascus: Al Mada Publishing Company, 2008).

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