A Thought Flavored with Poetry, Poetess - Reema Hamza (Syria)

A Thought Flavored with Poetry
Reema Hamza (Syria)

I love you in the distance that scorches us both.
What have you done to me?
I, who entered your life as a mere passerby,
left it as a woman shaped by nothing
but her own blazing for you.
I walked,
carrying my heart as one carries a coal
in a bare hand;
and when I saw you…
The heart spilled, and I did not care.
Everything drew me toward you:
the wind, the trembling of my fingers,
the suffocation of time,
even the earth itself.
I swear, the earth leaned toward you
with every step I took.
When my eyes met yours,
I forgot how to breathe.
I feared touching my chest
and finding you there,
but I remembered instead
how deeply I long to be born
from you alone,
from your fire and warmth.
Your presence was loud enough
to erase all else.
Your gaze alone
shook my certainties,
shook me until I fell out of myself,
yearning upon yearning,
becoming part of you.
It was not a meeting;
it was a revelation.
I realized then
that I had been incomplete without you,
and that you came
to reclaim what was missing from you… in me.
You…
I miss you without excuse,
without occasion.
I miss you as an eyelid misses its blink,
a hand misses warmth,
a name misses the one who speaks it tenderly.
I miss you
not because you are drawn in the clouds of absence,
but because you are in me,
so close it hurts…
Do not touch me.
I am a woman who cannot maneuver;
when I love, I hide nothing.
Take it as it is:
I long for you
even when you stand right before me.
I need you
to rearrange my fullness.
I have no polished speech,
no metaphors borrowed from books of love.
All I have
is this heart
that called for you once…
And keeps calling a thousand times.
Distance held its breath
in the impossible curve of your “soon,”
and you held me from within
where no one reaches,
and no one leaves.
When you live poetry,
you stop thinking in words.
I am not writing to you now,
you are more than anything that can be said.
When I am with you,
words become threads of light.
So do not touch me
as your hands touch other things;
let me instead
fall upon you
like a fifth season.