His hand
Tosses the pen on the table
His head
Leans back on the headrest of the armchair
His eyes
Are fatigued
Shut off
.
His chest
Heaves
Gently
His legs
Pass their weariness on to my hands
His thighs
Spread open
Lure me to inhale their fragrance
I inhale
And wonder
What would psychology have anything to do with reasons behind our lovemaking
What would sociology have anything to do with our corresponding bodies
What would the meaning of “He and I” have to do with philosophy
My fingertips
Touch the purple veins on his member, trace along
Like the finger of the blind, feeling his way along the brail
Essence of meaning
Lies in the clear supple drops
Oozing out of the tip of his organ
Reason, is the blood circulating vigorously
In the spongy tissues of mine and his organs
When we’re craving each other
History
Is the moment during which he and I
Wrap around each other
And philosophy
Is his cum
Spelling
Interpreting
u
s
In my mouth
My chin
Rests over his bare knees
My eyes
Watch into his eyes
My face
Receives caresses from his hands
*
His hand
Picks up the pen on the table
_
Kourosh Zandi
Translated by Saghi Ghahraman
Toronto 20014