Poem: The Angel and The Animal

Lo Women!

Your beauty is fitna indeed!

for those who enjoy desire and possession,

and how they dressed it as gilded

”the life of a woman lived

is to be wanted and witnessed”-

to understand capture as caress

to bless the body with disrespect.

The man snaps his neck 

and lets his eyes feed

yet his mouth will condemn 

the very thing he needs

trying to control what leads him

what makes him weak

as if a dog  buying it’s own leash.

Their worst fear 

is their best fantasy.

Lo Women!

once the love of the mirror is released 

you play a deft hand

one of sharpened dagger

the other of a checkmating chess piece.

النِّسَاءُ!

جمالُكُنَّ فِتنةٌ حقًّا

لِمَن يَلْتَذُّ بالشَّهوةِ والامتلاك

وكيفَ زَيَّنوهُ بالذَّهَب،

وقالوا:

«حياةُ المرأةِ

أن تُرادَ وتُشاهَد»

أن تُفهَمَ الأسْرُ فيه على أنه مِسٌّ من المودّة،

وأن يُبارَكَ الجسدُ بالإهانة.

يَلْوي الرَّجلُ عُنُقَه

ويَدَعُ عينَيْه تَأكُلان،

ثم يَشجُبُ بفمِه

ما لا غِنى له عنه،

يحاولُ ضبطَ ما يَقودُه،

ما يَكشِفُ ضُعفَه،

كأنَّه كلبٌ يشتري طَوقَه بيديه.

النِّسَاءُ!

ما إن تُطلَق محبّةُ المرآةِ من أسرِها،

حتى تَلعَبْنَ يدًا ماهِرةً:

إحداهما خنجرٌ مُرهَف،

والأخرى قطعةُ شطرنجٍ تُسقِطُ المَلِكَ كشْفًا ومَصيرًا.