I wonder what’s behind your gaze
We are here to pass the moment
Here we are to conquer moments
Do not forget I am here
I’m watching you with all my might
With that fork, are you thinking of pulling out my eyes, I wonder.
What if you’ve poisoned the dish we’re having
We are here to pass the moment
Here we are to conquer moments
Have you made the bed for us?!
I wonder why the bedsheet is all red?!
What harm you’re up to do to me?!
I wonder if your belt is rather though
We are here to pass the moment
Here we are to conquer moments
The shimmering white under your shirt did not escape my glance
Do you always keep a rifle at home?!
Why the fruit knives are razor-sharp
Did you know I, too, carry a knife?!
Show me your fingernails!
Is that because you play guitar?
We are here today only to pass the moment
Here we are to conquer moments
What’s your favorite song?
Did you know I can yell quite loud
Why did you turn up the sound so high?!
So no one hear us making love?!
We are here today, by accident, to spend a few moments, only
Here we are today, by accident albite, to conquer moments
A glass of juice would be nice, after all the bustle;
What if you’ve tampered the juice?!
Are you positive you haven’t locked the frong door?!
Should I believe my eyes? Am I really leaving now?!
Wouldn’t you clutch on my neck when we say good-by?!
The moment is passed
We’ve been conquered
I am leaving
Should I be certian this cab taking me straight home?!
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Barbod’e Shab
Iranian poet and pioneer gay blogger
Tehran Iran 2006
Translated by Saghi Ghahraman Toronto Canada 2009