Experience

Last night I turned salt turned bitter I covered my eyes I made my sight blurred and trembling blurred and trembling I made the whole world to the far distance, to every particular possible horizon and all the common horizons to the foundation of creation; from the pain of parting from you. I what was I without you? Without you, was I not? – before you? – before the experience of your hands? before your caresses. What have you done to me? What have your kisses done to me? to the flow of blood in my veins, to my heart? A thousand kisses on my hand on my lips – like the kiss of the wind – and none like a single kiss of yours on my forehead, like the crown of the sun clear and shining on the brow of day. What became of the house of "I"? A cardboard box a handful of straw strings an absurd edifice the farce of an existence: an empty toy now fallen under the table at my feet. What have they done to me, your fingertips? And how, how have they built this great, great palace, this vast edifice without farce, within me? A floating palace, shining, wide, unlike the house of "I" outside all prior decrees. Slowly slowly what have you done to me with your caresses? The first day of the month of Esfand: slowly slowly shining feathers of snow whirl in the air and dancing they fall onto the naked body of the soil. Ordibehesht comes: the heart of the hill from the onrush of hot red poppies begins to throb. What bond is there between the snow – soft silk – and the bruised soil? What would it look like on a day of Ordibehesht – and all the other days – this hill, without the embrace of this white snow? And what was it before the experience of snowy kisses before the experience of snowy dreams – what was it – this planet? – without knowing only a farce without being – an empty box of straw a plaything of my feet's movements beside the bin of torn papers – barren texts. Softer than the voice of white snow on the body of the soil, what have they done to me, slowly slowly the whispers of your kisses, like the pillars of a great palace within me in every cell of mine in every tear of mine that falls from your distance...