You are a mystery -
A pitch black room with a pair of floating bright eyes;
A soft breath
on a neck's nape,
A deep sigh
In a dark place,
A muffled heartbeat
In a corner of outer space

You are that silent stirring
Behind a storm cellar door,
With that shivering feeling
That something is down there
That you've felt before -
A whisperer's kiss
From forgotten lips
That are trying to tell me something:

The mystery truly begins
When the lights are turned on.

-Arman Taheri