Lips of Sweetness
Sweetness of lips talk nothing but kind words
as if you were reading verses from the heaven
when those lips draw near me in bed
I hear the echoes of lovers from the distance of moon
Back to desires, you are the first one
blue-eyed lake in dark, like your eyes all the times
I enjoy the rain because it spreads
your taste upon your skin below the red dress
This universe has moody seasons
people whisper to stand against our shields
close to you and my secrets become the
shadow to protect you all night
For you, I will drink your wine
and break all the bottles of sorrows
For you, I will inhale your scent
and damage all the pack of grieves
Even your perfume has a promise
to seek you with the beats of my heart
hopefully, I will turn myself into a
candle to hear your voiceless wishes
My Collections Over The Years…
When I was eight, I started collecting
Ants in a small box. I ate the crazy
Ones and kill the rest, for no reason
When I was ten, I started collecting
Spiders killing them right away and
destroyed their webs, for no reason
When I was twelve, I started collecting
Bugs and flies. I broke their wings
And watched them dying, for no reason
When I was fourteen, I started collecting
Autumn leaves to hide the dead animals
From the busy streets, for no reason
When I was sixteen, I started collecting
Lost words and tied them into free verses
I wore them over my neck, for no reason
When I was eighteen, I started collecting
Birds feathers to write from the ink of my tears
For Letters to my dead friends, for no reason
When I was twenty one, I started collecting
Numbers on my old phone. I never called a
lady from the club I went before, for no reason
When I was twenty four, I started collecting
Empty bottles of women scent, to smell
Them and pretend to be in love, for no reason
When I was twenty six, I started collecting
Empty cans of soda and other cheap beers
I gave them to the homeless, for no reason
When I am twenty nine, I started not to
Collect anything, only because I knew that
My homeland has no more space for my death.
Be My Shahrazed
I need space above the skies
To show you how much I improved
In loving you from the rainbow only
Because I was the dullest rain in the desert
Finding our way home is no
Longer, out of the question your
Heart is the most beautiful country,
It requires love and not a nationalist
Holding our two trusted hands
To walk across the broken bridges
It could lead my vision to a dream
to break the world’s boundaries
Since we belong to this toxic earth
We are cursed to death for no reason
Our days are hot as fire, and cold ice
Therefore, stay strong as the mountain
In the shadow of beautiful darkness
We are not the strangers to undress
With every breath you take from me
A flower in heaven blooms of your scent
Be my Shahrazed, and kiss my lips
Before the wind blows with red roses
All over your nude body to hide you
From my joyfulness and pleasure
Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad on May 8th. Born in Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10 back in the year 2000, when he wrote his very first poem. He also has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world. And he currently studies Political Sciences at Concordia University in Montreal. He recently has published two chapbooks “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” with Alien Buddha Press. They are available for sale on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet Copyright on Facebook.