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Fatiha Morchid

For my palms

When out of a nightmare
You come to me
To exchange
Your bed . . .
                              For my palms
I let my locks hang down
Like navy-blue curtains
Spread out the gloom of waiting
Like a Sufi carpet
Then like a gypsy wet-nurse
                                             Sit in solemn submission . . .
Shaking fatigue off your feet
And clouds off your forehead
Telling the story
Of Sleeping Beauty
Hoping you lie
                                Forever in my palms.

FOR MY PALMS

Fatiha Morchid

Fatiha Morchid

(Marokko, 1958)

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FOR MY PALMS

For my palms

When out of a nightmare
You come to me
To exchange
Your bed . . .
                              For my palms
I let my locks hang down
Like navy-blue curtains
Spread out the gloom of waiting
Like a Sufi carpet
Then like a gypsy wet-nurse
                                             Sit in solemn submission . . .
Shaking fatigue off your feet
And clouds off your forehead
Telling the story
Of Sleeping Beauty
Hoping you lie
                                Forever in my palms.
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