THREE POEMS – Ali Znaidi

Posted: April 16, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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Lilith is angry
because Adam broke the ribs.
Lilith is not a rib.
Adam couldn’t locate
the original sin—
secret unknown
The rib is always a scapegoat.
Adam is always breaking the rib.
Lilith stands up in full bloom,
spitting waves of anger.
Adam is always stubborn.
Lilith is angry—
story unfinished.

Seas of sand
A motion
Expansive horizons
Brown lively lizards
Just swimming
Waltzing to
The soundless rhythm
Of the sand’s waves

Little Hot Stories
Hot candle juice
on the frigid body.
Hot sun’s lights
whip the body.
Hot desert sands
wrap the body—
eternal embrace.
The lighter burns
the fingers.
Oh, come on!
Fire is not always
a bliss.

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