Fantasy

The sky turns crimson
the Sun of your lips
slides down my shoulders
on my bosom,
you recede into dusk
I get wet
you get wet
the eternity of your embrace
twirls around my heart
the sky stretches
the slope of my body crosses the borders of your body
the rain of kisses quivers our shoulders
the scent of your body multiplies in my throat
I shiver
I crack
I overflow:
"you, love!"
I spin,
the emptiness of your void scratches my gaze
I break down
I shatter into pieces
dawn passes through the window:
"your blue face is not showing".

what a crimson dream!

the trace of your fingers
slides over the slope of my thought,
beyond what moment
are you?

my heart shivers

I am the dignity of earth
at the time of picking the apple for your sake,
I did not fear god,
only for your sake,
I have accepted fear
because my dreams
had started to smell like you
because my hands
were missing the whisper of your fingers
because every little thing
reminded me of you
because your hands had crossed my fate
because the moon will never kiss the sun's lips
because love,
this is.

Translated from Farsi by Leila Farjami