I'd like some flowers
to be involved
but there aren't any
where you live.
***
Masculine shadows
on my hot rocks -
I fall foolishly,
like an olive pit to the sea
They wince
and it looks as a dance
of royal muscles
flaming on a stiff surface
As I dive deeper
salt becomes harsh -
My dear, Wind!
You borrowed
these fingers from Mars
Warm night
starts invading me
through my nostrils -
Oh, I do love the flow
of dark vapor!
Lying under
a bright puzzle of stars
I consist of cockroaches
and purple blossoms,
Iranian amber and
mellow thoughts.
Blow one, last
dove into me.