Wrapped in silence
And love
I'm going home
Each light step
In a hurry
Beating
At the rhythm of
My heart's drum
I'm going home
Thoughts
Undressed
From the smile of your lips
Tired body
Already risen
I am
Going home
Desires
Marrying the curves
Of your naked shoulders
I
Am
Going home
The shores of Ulysses
The Tibetan Temples
The distant sacred mountains
And rivers
Will fall asleep
Under a hot sun
Without me
No urgency felt
as much as
The dislocated cosmos
Of your breath
Torn away from mine
My thirst
Following the compass
Of your silver hands
I am
going back
In the hollow
Of the bed
Of your wild hair
Dressed with scents
Of spices and honey
Breath
reenacted
Against your breath
Memory found again
Out of
The bif sleep
Forgetting
Also
Forgetting
The bitternes
of the hours
Torn from despair
The bloody daggers
The capital executions
The Crows
Tearing to shreds
The insomniac soul
The sleepwalking dawns
Crossing the day
Like a ghost breathing
The awakened dizzinesses
The expectations
The pains
The doubts
The destroyed heart
wandering In limbos
Lie
Hidden
Behind the wise innocent
Silence
Makes only the pain
Bigger
The void
The abscence
Longing for
The absence
Of the void
I forget the void
I forget the absence
I forget the void
Of the absence
The uncivil looks
I forget
The cold edges
Of the incessantly
Rewound bitterness
The smashes
The splashes
The cries
The silences
I
forget
Meaning not
An erasure
But a friendly
Peace
Peeling the painful bark
From your imprisoned body
I take off
The mask of darkness
The delicately killing
Invisibility
Annihilating
The look
All
In the hollow
Of your warming breast
I go back
Drinking your smile
Stealing your nights
Our soles
Impregnated
With mountains
And valleys
Merging with
The depth
Of the canyons
Our skins
Soaked
With sun and rain
I am going back
To our home
(Inspired by the title of the film by Manoel de Oliveira: Je rentre à la Maison)
© Danielle Baraka
