The minarets of the city yet
Ring with the muezzin's call...

If my body were my soul
I would have long...

No delight
No sorrow...

Sometimes I sing...
My lungs agonizing for breath...

I feel your eyes upon me,
A subtle vertigo of soul...

She loves poetry read softly
by candlelight to classical music...

There is an incredible feeling
When one loses chains...

It glistens in the light,
This length of steel...

I’d like the table
To remain its...

They watch in hopeful silence
This struggle for resuscitation...

I blink too late
for my salvation...

Nightmares haunt her lines,
Nestle in her colour...