Her Face
Flatted
And smoothed out
To receive my face.
Distance,
Time,
Cold,
My sweat,
Her whispers,
Her old
Whispers,
And
My troubled world
Made her face more flatted:
A deserted Caribbean beach napping
On a green wild forest.
Mother Nature!
One hand on the sleeping deepening into the sand
The other
Fighting the Beats of Sea.
Atef Ayadi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tropical-garden/
