As I walk these dead-end streets alone As the dogs bark and the caravan ...goes on I won't  remember you ,And I won't remember your Mediterranean face falling asleep between my arms and the arms of  dawn ,And I won't remember your black starry eyes  gazing at me, like two suspended moons between hell  and heaven And I won't remember your heavenly curls  locked night after night between my sleepless fingers As I walk these dead-end streets alone As the dogs bark and the caravan  ...goes one I won't  remember you And I won't remember your hands molding my nights  like the sounds of chirping birds contour the face of  morning And I won't remember your touch And I won’t remember your body carved like a wound between my thighs, like an anchored ship waiting to be forgotten As I walk these dead-end streets ,alone, my dear ,the dogs ill bark but the caravan .the caravan won't bemoving

Malak El Halabi.