Poetry

 

               Poetry

 

 

 

eyes    turquoise blue

lips    luscious

complexions    dark   

leaned to the side, thin, and tall,   guys next-door are delicious

they walk down the block    air quivers    flutters round their body this yearning of mine 

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 in and out of my skirt

and right this minute

sleeping on my lap

they want

to wrap round my neck like hard, pouring rain

right this minute

they want

 

 

 

Guys In The Block

Saghi Ghahraman

 

 

 

 

 

                Poetry