by WALID SABA
I need your tender hands
I crave your touch
So I cry
That you would wipe the tears off my face
And I get ill
So you would cure me
I break
So you would repair me
I intoxicate myself
So you would sober me
And I get into a rage
So you would calm me
Something wicked in me is emerging
Exorcise me
Attack my evil
Strike it
Crush it
Finish it,
My sweet angel
Then sedate me
And violate me in my trance
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Currently the Chief Information Officer of PRAGMATECH, Walid Saba received his PhD in Computer Science from Carleton University in 1999. He spent over 18 years in industry working at such places as the American Institutes for Research, AT&T Bell Labs, MetLife, Nortel Networks, IBM and Cognos, Inc. He also taught Computer Science at the University of Windsor, the New Jersey Institute of Technology (NJIT), the American University of Beirut, and the American University of Technology. Dr Saba has over 30 publications including an award winning paper that he presented at the 31st Annual German Conference on Artificial Intelligence.
Last updated August 29, 2011