Place

It was here: — in this bed — we were together. It was this, this pillow, the resting place of our heads. In the air of an Ordibehesht day like today. In the eruption of the colours of red roses. In the first blossoms of the apple in the long breaths of thyme. The cotton of this pillow bloomed in the warmth of our long kisses. Magic buds among the thorns and drought opened. It was here that I lost my heart to you. It was here that my breaths ring by ring wave by wave joined your breaths. And our breaths our breaths lifted the days from the pit of nothingness and set them on the throne. The day existence us my love praying in the temple of our bodies they raised up from the dust and set on the bed on this bed in the air of a day like today — in every day — in every particle of me: us they set together...