absolute in love

I might be absolute in love;
I give all that I have

I might be absolute in love,
because I give all that
I have,
and I have you

I am radical in my love
I am ready to let go
to let you slip out of
my fingers
like rain

I am total in my love
so it includes all the
little details in “us”:
drops of water in our showers,
last gazes you gave me in airports
even hair you left in beds of hotels

I am absolute in love
I give all that I have
and do not have

I might be absolute in love
looking for someone
that you are not

how beautiful it is
to fall in love
how beautiful it is
to fall in love with
someone that is you
but not you…

I might be paradoxical in my love
I let go of that I mostly cling to
and I cling to those moments
of feelings…of emotions…of dreams
I violently want to detach from.

I might be absolute in love,
waiting for an unwanted guest
to knock on my door…
I open and she gives me
a gift
that I am obliged to accept
out of Arab generosity…
or culture of respect.

I might be paradoxical in love
I accept the unacceptable
predict the unpredictable
and diffuse all stories
compressed in a coffee cup
told by an old woman
whose hands hide a history
of a thousand years old.