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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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