Restless,
wishing...

Unfortunately, I am not the type
who takes his hand and sighs...

I want to fill my fingers
running through his hair...

Why can' t
they see...

Ever have
a day...

Somewhere,
in the dark of the night...

(To my habibti, Muqaddas--you are always there for...
A delicate curve...

(DISCLAIMER: this is not actually a poem, but the...
My friends think I am crazy, but I never hesitate...

Soothing me,
you cannot do...

My pillow wet,
memories worn...

In just my t-shirt
and my underwear...

One o'clock in the morning
and she e-mails me...