I looked through some of my poems and
thought I liked this one better.
Kasra A. Ebrahimi
You are fast sleep and I am a dreamer. I am talking to
myself talking to you telling me to say what you say not to and so the
"Do you believe, you are the master of forbidden"
a voice in my soul said.
I heard a baby cry. He was 80 years too young. He walked on a limp foot.
"I am the object of obsession, do YOU believe"
a voice said to her. She wanted him back. She wanted him in her womb. She
ripped her legs apart and bled indiscriminately with her heart open to
She danced feverishly on wineglasses, on the rims, on the stove fire.
He stood with a silent look. He looked 6 feet too short.
"Do you believe, I have walked on a limp from no-time to foreverafter..."
I heard him cry
She walked out towards the moonlight.
"Good-bye," she said, "The stony heart of a laughter does
not enchant you." I heard him cry and she fell sleep in the forest
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