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Maria Zreiq (She/They)
I make love to you under a silent orange sky,
No warplanes, no drones, no bombs,
In a bedroom that knows freedom at last,
Under a rooftop that no one will ever take from us
After a century of martyrdom,
After a century of birth,
I make love to you,
Upon a land, we call ours
The empire is ashes,
The sun sets untroubled,
I make love to you,
Knowing the battle is over,
And every wave in the sea,
Knows its rhythm and place
And you see me
All of me,
And I see you,
All of you;
The wounds,
The cuts,
The chaos,
The fucks,
The leftovers of exile,
The long-buried dreams,
The newly bloomed desires,
The serenity of knowing;
We returned home.
Photos by Maria Zreiq
Photos by Maria Zreiq
