Tuesday, April 18, 2006

And in a different outfit.

At night
when we leave
she puts on a different outfit
that pleases the night
she borrows from the stars
her shores wink to the bridges
with thousand little jewels
she flirts with the city
the waves caresses her feet
and the lovers silently watch
at their hidden bench
while she makes love
at night


Zee said...

I think it's late - or maybe I'm stupid...
The "lovers" are her and the city??????

Gary said...

Lovely metaphor. Since you live in NYC, may I add a haiku:

She preens for summer
When fall winds caress it's time
Winter naked white and cold

Mirvat said...
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Mirvat said...

yes zee, her and the city

gary, nice to have you here
thanks for the lines

Moussa said...

I lived in New York last summer and I didn't get that kninda of inspiration....:)

Mirvat said...

stay in it for a while and then it grows on you

Ghassan said...

and it does

FZ said...

yes, it has a magic all its own :)

Mirvat said...

and i will never leave NY

nour said...


Mirvat said...

beirut is in my heart :)