Ali Abdolrezaei

‘Miss Ziari’
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My eyes didn’t wander

I just wandered in her eyes

those burning embers

I was fuel to

The deft sculptor

to chisel such delicate nose

was me

the butchering of her lips

between the teeth

What a tongue!

Hands of a masseuse hid in her eyes

O my God

someone come light up

this black pair of cigarillos

squirming like seductive serpents

in such grace

this woman

was born

prettier than any bunch of flowers

I ever put to water

I ever lost my marbles

under the skin of those cheeks

She’s still playing marbles

with the little eyes

my childhood possessed

My eyes do not wander

even if under the desk

I’m still climbing up your legs

in the short skirts you wore

to the fresh faces’ class

mate Miss Ziari*

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* I was six when I started school. I had long straight hair, a navy blue jacket, wearing a tie of a colour I cannot remember. We had eleven silly girls in the class who kept coming on to me and I didn’t care. There were eight other boys in the class too, but I had become a man, because I was in love with Miss Ziari. I kept coming onto her but she didn’t care. So I kept getting top marks so she would come caress my hair and tell me with her budding lips, Excellent Ali! There was still one year left to the Revolution which put my love in a frame. Tonight when another love was torn away from me, I remembered my classmates and Miss Ziari who, I do not understand why, when the schools shut for holidays, they put her against the wall in the middle of summer and shot a bullet in her chest. No, I still can’t believe it. It is impossible to kill a beautiful woman by a bullet.

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‘Spurn’
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On the sand’s enticing heat

the girl’s acre of legs

and then

the arch of the back

and then

the other killer… Hips

Undulating sea

throwing hands

up on the naked beach

that spurns

and then

the wave returns

once

twice

thrice

dotted the sand

his departing steps...

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‘Sparrows’
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After a Thousand and One Nights

reading

sleeping

a couple leave the house

Sparrows

swarm the alley

with their twitter

up to the bus stop

by the tree - swarmed

by tweet in tweet

On the cheek

spot on a beauty spot

the man

lands a kiss

To hide a show of tears

the woman

suddenly turns her head

blots out the blackening tears

off her cheeks

and turns back

to find no more sparrows

on the branches

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‘Cumulus’
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Doubly naked

two white clouds

and a smoke passed from hand to hand

up to the roach

between hefty fingers and then

a deep puff

a mouthful

lips feeling the labia

puffing the smoke and

then penetrating

two cumulus clouds

A shrill thunder

through pursed lips

eyes struck by lightning - ouch!

and under the dear earlobe

sparrow kisses

lace the neck

sloping up

pause at the nipple

and then a downslope

lips slip down

to the navel

a kiss is closing in now

on the cumulus

to become nimbus

under tummy

between her lips

Phew... a seizure of sex

Ahh

warm hail

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A small explanation for them: hail is formed in cumulonimbus clouds

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Author: Ali Abdolrezaei

Translator: Abol Froushan