Majnun to Layla 2.0
She flew away…
Between night and day, the hours I spent alone, dreaming of your presence, smelling at my pillow, breathing in the scent of your hair.
On this fringe of night.
I long for the fervour of your lips, your cold hands,
my warmth on your tummy.
At the fringe of day, dusk – where our hands met.
Neither day nor night, neither today nor tomorrow
One moment paradise eternal, the other yearning, smoke and haze.
This union of ours, neither true nor false.
I am yours eternally
on the day you flew away.
Why hold back my longing,
when I want to die in your arms, for God loves the martyrs of love.
At the fringe of day and night.