Treat me like a
Cigarette,
Dancing sparks
On the pavement.

sweet day,
birds kissing
the air in
rapid flight.

we wait, stones
of the morning
sun

for the white
sky to
settle its clouds

ghosts of the
faint breeze
tremble the leaves.

it is still cold,

april peels its
skin like a snake.

forsythia lounges
with beech and
rhododendron
(shiny with waxy
leaves)
painting its
impressions on
the fainting world.

the trees stutter
weird and heavy
glowing in the
light.

What would be the color of my sky ?
I'll tear up the clouds
My small tongue kisses you
The sun is turning
Your white teeth was biting two round points
Your dandelion is growing
The wheat is always menstruated in my poems
And I like to sleep on the back of my red backpack

آسمان من چه رنگ خواهد بود ؟
ابرها را پاره می کنم
زبان کوچک من تو را می بوسد
خورشید می چرخد
دندان های سفیدت
دو نقطه ی گرد را به هم گاز می گرفت
قاصدک تو بلند می شود
گندم ها همیشه در قصه های من پریود اند
و من
دوست دارم
پشت کیف قرمز رنگ مدرسه ام بخوابم

weren’t we so in love
    we didn’t have a clue
  how you loved me
and I loved you
    like a fairy tale
   or a sonnet
  nothing dressed up
just love
   but with nothing on it
  so simple we must have
missed it
somewhere along the way
   or did you know?
      too scared to admit
this
    diamond or crystal
  we found
in our eyes that we
   kept shut
     oh, it must have been
anything but
  so tell me,
        did you know?

We were unbreakable

.... till you lied

............... and broke my heart

Now from the same lips

Sorry is not enough