Could it be that the old sewing

my mother gave me
would finally come in handy?

You see, my love,
You need to be careful.
I am a seamstress’s daughter,
and every time we kiss
I yearn to stitch our lips together:
It is in my genes.

… But then I remember
the thrill of feeling your breath

getting closer,
the warmth of your tongue as it

reaches out from a distance,
and I let your mouth go
unattached like a nonchalant piece of

which fate is still unknown in a

tailor’s mind,
so that the miracle keeps creating

under my starving needle,
with no thread needed
but the imaginary line
that magically fuses
your heart with mine.

Joumana Haddad

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