Poem 2

by Shamsur Rahman Faruqi



In your eyes such desire might shine for me,
for its close coolness my arms might importune.
Blazing, in a smoke of hot redness
a smile on kiss-tempting lips
showing bright as butterflies
might say to me
Touch me.


From the curve of the neck, delicate
in the half-darkness, radiant rays
may entice me to
bloom, perfume, flower-like in mountain valleys.
Your body's scented catlike sleep alert and
poised power
may make me powerless.





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translated by Frances W. Pritchett