Look at me

Look at me

Look at me,
look at me,
I need your glance
If falling in love is crime
If love is sin of mine
look at me,
I am sin from head to my toe
look at me like the first time
Like when your eyes met mine
And your lips touched mine
And I in that ecstasy dreamt of eternal love

*

Do you remember that day that I danced,
and with each pick on the instrument,
I twisted with a hundred coquetry,
so you’d approve of my beauty,
so I’d sit in the corner of your heart?
Do you remember I smiled like a child,
and I said,
look at me,
look at me,
look at me that I dance,
look at me that I turn?

*

Look at me,
amongst crowds and law
amongst plaintiff’s cry
amongst lecture and taunt of the judge
amongst cursing of the vilified
bitter looks of the sad
and in the ferment of news-seekers’ eyes
my eyes see no one or nothing but you
not even I see myself but you
so perhaps your glance becomes kind again
coddles this perturbed fevered body of mine
that is tired of chains and walls
Love is still in my veins
still in hopes of luster in your glance

*

Dawn comes and hangman calls my name
Once again moment to meet comes again
I see you from afar
again waiting like the first time
hanging rope dances in the morning breeze
It’s time for another dance again, it seems
and I want you to take me back again
Look at my last dance
Watch flight of love
It’s for you this twist and turn
look at me when I dance
look at me when I twist

Footnote: for original poem by ‘divaneh’, please see here >>>