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Love and horror
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By Maryam Kazemieh
October 10, 2001
The Iranian

 

I close my eyes

 

when you hold my hand touching my fingers,

when you hold my fingers, licking them one by one,

when your smile opens your face,

relaxes your jaw

clearing your eyes

tired eyes,

telling me

how happy you are

 

I forget about the past,

present

future

 

I forget about the refugees amassing

near the border

where my home used to be

I don't remember the woman staring

at her crying hungry child

clinging,

sucking her empty breast

 

When you caress my thighs and tell me

how soft my skin feels to your touch

and then you kiss my soul

following your fingers

scaling my body

 

I forget the man that used to tower over the world

with his wealth, legacy, ego

blown to bits for someone's

god

trapped in evil

 

When you hold me in your arms

searching for my eyes

when I lookup

flying

merging

falling into you

 

I forget the man

the young man

who left his country to be free

oh. Tomorrow flying the bombers

into the mountains

where as a child he used to play

 

when you search for a part of me

with your eyes closed,

I close my eyes too.

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