The fire of your body
you
when you come
It's not cold...
I'm shaking
From the heat of your body
which is like a wild wave
It falls on my tired body
And makes me anew.
your arms
no refuge—
It is a firehouse
which I step into every time
your lips
Smoke rises from my soul.
your breasts
The two moons are close to the earth.
they shine
They kill
And they move the night.
Every time they approach me
The world is getting smaller
And the only thing I understand
It is your broken breath
which slips on my neck
And it ends.
your temptation
He does not speak
no sound—
with his fingertips
It walks on my skin
and me
powerless
I collapse
your love
It is an attack that I like to repeat every night.
a ruin
I come out of it more alive.
let
the heat of your body
Take the last piece of my mind from me—
I have come
until I finish
in the arms of
of a thousand fires
It is more burning.
#Behnam_Mohtrami#
short story