Face It
Free your lips
From the daily etiquettes
And the charm of ancient veils
Do not run away
No one runs after drawing ones fate
Did you ever see
The sea running away from its tides
And hiding behind the shores.
Take off your veil
And your rings
And the Indian henna
You may not need them
Love journey is like
Crossing the ocean
With a rebellion young boat
And with a little water.
Show your feeling face
No need for hate
Hung it against the wall
Like a Victorian painting
Or an African lion scull
Convert your hate
Into a roman wine
Or a Chinese ink
To use later to write a future language
Plan for new fates
Life is held between your hungry lips
And your tattooed eyebrow.
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