Could it be that the old sewing
machine
my mother gave me
would finally come in handy?
You see. my love.
You need to be careful.
I am a seamstress's daughter.
and every time we kiss
I yearn to stitch our lips together:
It is in my genes.
But then I remember
the thrill of feeling your breath
getting closer.
the warmth of your tongue as it
reaches out from a distance.
and I let your mouth go
unattached like a nonchalant piece of
fabric
which fate is still unknown in a
tailor's mind.
so that the miracle keeps creating
itself
under my starving needle.
with no thread needed
but the imaginary line
that magically fuses
your heart with mine.
Joumana-Jo Haddad (born 1970) Lebanon
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