Simile

Like the air of Ordibehesht – playing with willow leaves – you played with the scarf on my head and tousled my scarf, tousled my hair. Like the lips of Ordibehesht on the body of a leaf, you let your lips play on my throat on my ear; soft and deep: on my pomegranate-blossom lips... Like the scent of the Ordibehesht earth that at last soft and light has passed through wall and fence and just like that playing, playing has mingled with my house...