Monday, June 6, 2022

Ecstasy by Anissa Sboui

I see your hands
Touching my hair
My breast is thirsty
Your lips are ready
Hovering over the Milky Way
You are my star, moving
Backward position
We are born
Drink, I said, but I beseech You
Be there

Ignite my lust
I am on fire
Desire engrosses me.
Goosebumps enthrall me
Sighs surmount our agony
The embrace does cure all pangs
The gallant flame
Creeps to illuminate
The inevitable sparks
Of our angelic faces
By this glimmer
Your ivory tower is devastated
Shadowed for good
My shell is wide enough
To contain you
I am Your pearl
I am no more at strife
Amidst arms, we are
Shivering, trembling, vibrating
In mutual harmony.
Ecstatic moments for our body
United we are born,

Yielding to be happy

Undoubtedly


To love is to be or not to be…




A University teacher and poet from A University teacher and poet from Sousse, Tunisia

-The writer of 5 volumes: Transcend (2018), Rebirth (2019) and Number One (2020), The Co-Avid Breath (2021) and Hurricane (2022) and 2 books of poetry in Arabic. 

- Her poems featured in Writing in a Woman’s Voice, The Writers’ Club, Galaxy: International Multidisciplinary Research Journal, Dumpster Fire Press, Medusa’s Kitchen, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Annual by the Elizabeth River Writers, Valiant Scribe, Potato Soup Journal.-The writer of 5 volumes: Transcend (2018), Rebirth (2019) and Number One (2020), The Co-Avid Breath (2021) and Hurricane (2022) and 2 books of poetry in Arabic. 
- Her poems featured in Writing in a Woman’s Voice, The Writers’ Club, Galaxy: International Multidisciplinary Research Journal, Dumpster Fire Press, Medusa’s Kitchen, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Annual by the Elizabeth River Writers, Valiant Scribe, Potato Soup Journal.




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