Hadi Atallah

Your worst enemy when 

I’m with you is the peach 

between your oiled up legs. 

A string of filthy words 

and maybe a painful thing 

that might make this whole 

thing difficult to go on.

And if there is hope, 

as just possibly there might, 

become conscious of our 

own strength and air for Love. 

It is needed to rise up and 

shake up ourselves from 

this constant augmented reality.

…They were people transfigured.