By: Ahmad al-Sheikh
I subtract your beauty
from the equation of poetry,
so that the result equals zero…
Then I lose myself in your image,
and try again and again…
And every time I draw closer
to solving the problem,
and it is on the verge of being resolved…
The rose slips from my palm,
a trace of an embrace,
and the calculation is thrown into disarray once more.
In the hope of finding your eyes between the lines, my pen rejoices
and writes for you words that equal the answer.
