Celebration of Clouds
When summer attacked me, she kissed me ferociously and snickered.
—Have you seen something that looks like you this morning?
In the market, a woman took off her bones and danced.
when I blow out the last desert
that sleeps in my chest
I will sit naked,
an unburied corpse on an unknown shore,
and wait for you.
the gravediggers will come with white plates.
They will dig my bones and mix them with the clouds.
Then a cloud will sleep in your cleavage,
and it will rain.
Translated from the Arabic by Khaled Hegazzi and Andy Young.