LVT - A Non-Nonsensical description - I  

Demonstratively, your body is the minutest.

It desires to be exposed to the suns that wake you up;
to survive springs of hail and rain outbursts;
to be offered to fountains or drift with mountain torrents.

Minutest creation! Internally heavy,
appreciative of the worthy -- Leady center of gravity,
always at a distance from mental confusion.
An ancient feel for quality invites us to kissing,
to sleep will-lessly in trains metamorphosing in void,
available as silent habitat.

No temple, no priestess.
It is not you who faces the pink rays.
My soul senses your heaviness;
I reconstruct you, feathery light, in my arms.

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In unadulterated visions
of every day and each landscape,
you are the face that fits
into micro worlds, forming and dissolving,
only to return as packages we call:
life works, calamities, hopes and serial crashes.

You are embedded in mind´s landscape:
Honey-brown eyes, painted lips, proud face,
plump and cosy being, appearance and reality.
I approach your wealth:
Girlish hair, femininely celebrative,
appetizing transparency, perfumed bio breath,
your skin, under magnifying lens, smooth as of an apple.

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You conserve the statistics of our mutual touches,
a collection of rose oil jars
and a string of diminutive words
assigned to objects you adore.
They are your shield and support
as the gate opens and you walk away
into the space we have declared a prison.

Anwar Al-Ghassani
Berlin, Café Sociale, Thursday, July 22, 2004