Eyes, turquoise Blue
Lips, luscious
Complexions, dark
Thin, tall, leaning on,
Guys in the neighbourhood are delicious
They walk down the block, air quiver
Flutters this yearning of mine ‘round their body
From the tips of their crisp fronds drips a fruity fragrance
They love water water
They love Jasmines
They love my cheeks and they love Jasmines and my cheeks
And, all of a sudden
Right this minute
They Want
To push
Their head In and Out and InAndOut Of my Skirt
And right this minute
Napping on my lap
They Want
To wrap like steelsilk ‘round my neck like rain pouring hard
Right this Minute
They Want
.
Saghi Ghahraman
Davenport Toronto 2001