You are the shadow in the back of my eyes Permanently imprinted on my retina Like a polaroid picture that never fades
You are the mist of hot water droplets Condensing on my body Sliding down my neck Traversing the fullness of my curves
You are the echoes at the end of my day, Bouncing against my eardrums Lulling me to sleep
You are the beginning of dreams, the end of nightmares The origin of longing You are the essence of rapture
When we met on that fateful afternoon The earth shook underneath my feet We found each other in the midst of loudness In the thickness of silence In the void of emptiness
You are the shadow that veils my day Shading the hot summer sun Breaking the cold winter wind
You are the engine to my hours Gently humming Tirelessly moving life forward
You are the honey in coffee The sugar in tea The Za’atar on mana’esh The rise in bread The sizzle on a hot shawarma pan The sigh in lentil soup The tenderness in musakhan chicken
Without you I am a cook without a kitchen
Riyamo’s Kitchen Table 