Treasure discovered
Poem
October 8, 2001
The Iranian
free from clothes:
my naked skin
in touch with reality.
candles in the clouded room:
satisfied from making love
all night long;
wondering, each second.
satin legs bathing in rain:
nipples facing stars,
bed sheets
smoothing the warm wet night.
as hard as it is
i discover the treasure.
your mouth
upon mine,
my skin,
tasting soft salt.
hands
innocently searching the triangle
for the roots of hair.
i have a line of lovers waiting for me:
............... no longer the shell closed,
............... pearls broken,
............... passing virginity at the
side door.
... humming with eagerness, the silenced poems.
i'm only a wild honey bee
smelling your blossom.
unfold your heart,
let your charm breeze through.
my thoughts are wet and cold;
i just want to return to your flesh,
to feel alive,
my belly on yours.
i want you not to come
............... - undone -
............... i am done.
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