When She Walks

She walks
And whatever in her way
Looks, feels and Talks.
The breeze
With full attention
Changed direction
Humming like bees
having all the fun
The Sun
Envoyed a glorious ray
Scents escaped their flowers
And with her they stay
Every heart beat
In humans or stones
Started different montones
And with a move of stress
Her dress
Hugged her tight
Roses said she might
Be a different Make
A mixture of honey and dew
Or an angel
By mistake
From Heavens fell
May be this is true
But still when she walks
She walks like hell
Does not adjourn
Until we all burn

Sami Cherkaoui

Perhaps

Three times I knocked
You opened ... half asleep
Despite I know
How beautiful you are
I was shocked
Wandered how sleep
Can make you a shining star
Perhaps
You were not born
Like any other female
Or perhaps
In a different circumstance
Or Perhaps
Sweety
When God made you
He was so happy and generous
And used a special scale
To pour In you
Such a striking beauty.

Sami Cherkaoui