Saudades

from terro(a)r by Hilal Omar Al Jamal

displaced from and longing for 
a love like a beacon of life in the horizon 
of an o(h)cean of failed verses; 
a love who weeps into the blistering 
psalms of her hands; 
a love oneiric like a bed of roses, 
tossing and gurning; 
a love like a perfume of rain 
drizzling over paved meants; 
a love like an overcast castle-tongue, 
lung ago pained panting 
candlelit, crackling, dazzling; 
a love like the frazzling jazz 
of “someday my prince will come;” 
a love like pianos down-pouring, 
trumpets solar-flaring; 
like a white summer’s morning mourning; 
like a deaf galaxy, that love permuting, 
like the muting terro(a)r of a singularly 
pan-amorous poly-verse. 
displaced from and longing for 
a love like rosewood guitars flowering, bossa nova blossoming
samba bumbling, 
you and i loving 
love; 
love; 
nossa senhor de aparecida, 
love; 
a love that’s ours; 
a love that is ours 
somewhere in this distance, 
somewhere in the distance, 
somewhere in the distance—