"negin" poems
Oh my word
you have it, you have it.
Take it in your turquoise fingers.
Stuttering through cold Hamburg streets.
Every frigid whisper
kisses
your cheek
for an instant.
This city,
bound with rope,
glimmers off of your breast
at the edge of the water and at the edge of the night.
I could sink
so easily.
But unlike all of those drunken fish
You chose me.
My word on your name.
Negin, Negin, Negin.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC