A.M.

Remember the night we drank dreams in Styrofoam coffee-cups?
Stained with the froth of an acoustic guitar were your lychee lips, that night I wore you like a blanket -
the magic stretches
like a rubber band only into the early
morning, and no more -

It had snapped when we smiled at each other sleepily on the other side; ignoring the advice
that you should never use the same pillow twice.

Googoosh

About fragile peace and military repression.

...

Elegance
is in a deep blue shawl draped lightly over light green shoulders. Barely there, like a soldier with a helmet for a face standing by elbows of mountain days drip like cosmetic sweat tracing a crescent-like eyebrow -like cliff roads glimpsed from a split-second car window shards of chandelier light stuck like (fire)flies inside tiny bubbling cauldrons of champagne.

The guardian of your self and dignity shielding eyelashes like drapery:
all important self-important dignity.
Constraining, as you lightly move your white marionette shoulders to a light grace that feeds off of your steady lightening tune, shuffling them to the beat with a cherry-red smile you'll never run out of and this smoky overture to the slow fading fire a modesty that never falters.

...

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Couple

Sometimes
I kiss you
just
and only
because
I can.