The 1002nd Night

Amari hamadene
 

I undressed you to take the measure of the sky,
My patience is vertical
a pinned bug will moan of light
You look at me, and like a calm city,
you open to me all your reeling streets.
I write on you a dream to the ultimate of blood.
His secret in my fists
opens his amber letter.
I illuminate the life to your hip,
and last sovereign of my oriental fairy-tales
I finish the history of the world.

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