Qanat

You macerate me and
I create art.
You crucify me
and I ascend.

You abandon me in the deserts
and my parched lips
delve subterranean gullets
to your kisses.

You place me in prisons
and I inhale freedom
in each breath,
I soar
in each breeze penetrating
through the cracks of walls.

You deny me your heart
and I become
your
dream lover.

O my tyrant, my doom,
O my killer, my executioner,
your "driving me to excellence "
is the only palpable thing
to me,
in this world.