By Fendri Mohamed Omar - Tunis
By Fendri Mohamed Omar – Tunis
I held my cup of wine and watched its surface.
It was moving… It was shaking. No it was swaying.
Like a delicate billow in the ocean of my fantasy…
There lay the images of a lover of mine
Dancing undressed just like my fortified wine
Beat my heart faster, rhyming its pluses with the wind
And I started to sweat, pleading for a breath
My lover suddenly wobbled like a spider in the rain
And stopped… and cried…
“Take a sip. Taste it… Taste it for it is as red as my lips…
For it is as bitter as my pain” Wept my lover.
I shook as my lips touched the surface of the wine
It wasn’t the pleasure for kissing nor the fright of bitterness
It was just nothing.
“STOP” yelled the lover…
“Did you feel the void? Did it fill you with colorless emotions?
Like the colorless rainbow you drew at your age of honesty.
“Colorful it was” I whispered
“And Colorless it’s become
For pink is the color you shall not adore
Men are virile and delicacy shall they avert.
Red is for the torment of the breaths you are taking now
For the fire you must avoid
Ain’t God a forgiver… but would burn you if you sin.
Orange… heh. It is for the alarm lying in the corner of our minds
Wakening every inch of every fear to never slumber under the hope of living free. Yellow”… My lover drew in the aching air.
“Yellow is the shade of every pale face, as yours and mine
As we dance undressed like your fortified wine
And conceal our desires behind a rough black cloak.
Dream and fancy, painted the green, for nothing we can do, but dream and fancy. Don’t you dare telling me “embrace it”… My arms are weak enough to even Hold my soul from falling apart.
And blue. It’s for the coldness that made me shiver like a spider
The coldness growing in the eyes of the world for we are nothing
But a scourge and ungodly and a sin and a damnation.
Violet is the color of the delusion you cheerfully create as we kiss
But no. You may live and I may too yet delusion is not living.
“STOP” I cried out…
“My love… All you needed was to dream, but now dreams will destroy us. If delusion was my love to you, if delusion were the breaths we are taking then I would dwell in my burial even alive.
The rainbow I once drew is now brighter than it was
For pink is for every sensual desire that rises as we touch And red is for the love we enfold. Ain’t God a lover.
And Orange is the color of the dawn, a sign telling you and I That we still have another day to cherish, thus to live…
And Orange turns to Yellow and nothing’s brighter than a sun Shinning down on us a path we ought to march till the end
And yes my dear, embrace the green and fancy and dream
For we are one and my arms are never weak to hold you from falling And blue…” I drew in the soft air.
“Blue is for the serenity that you must see in the eyes of the world For we are the world and…
Take a sip. Taste the wine… Taste it for it is as red as my lips…
For it is as sweet as my ecstasy
Let the colors mirror the passion inside of us
And flutter with every blast of wind like a vibrant flag.
If my cup was vaster, I would make every single living spirit take a sip and discern the rainbow glowing inside of their hearts.”
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