Handshake

I take your hand: now your fingers are in my grip joint by joint my fingers cling to the same joints of your fingers and one to one every cell of my palm lies with your skin. Every cell of mine takes in the warmth of your circulating blood. Every cell of mine fills with the music of your heart. Now cell by cell I have come alive ... - brimming drops of milk in a newborn's mouth - Don't surrender to the hollow word "goodbye" O my hand ... And "goodbye"? What a great lie lies hidden in this word. Now, O hand listen to the truth that clear and tangible shines in my tears. Now, O hand listen to the sound of your hidden tremblings in the wasteland of the possible. Listen to the wailing of the bed in the solitary cell - life imprisonment! - cruel is this sentence hollow is this word ... Now your hand entirely - without relativity - lies in the bed of my hand - the roots of carnations in the bed of the soil - cell by cell in each other's arms in the sweet breeze of morning a morning in Khordad ... Don't repeat it! Don't repeat the dark word "goodbye", - it is a decisive shot to my brain - Don't surrender to the deceit of separation to the deceit of borders don't surrender to the murder plot. Now your hand lies in the bed of my hand and in the arms of my hand: sweet waves! sweet waves pour from your palm into the grooves of my fingers your magic boils in my cells imagined blood in my bloodless veins ... - life has taken root in the womb of the earth - I take your hand weeping bitterly I stamp my feet on the ground on the map ... I fall to my knees I press my lips to your hand. Now listen forever listen to the whole truth in the cry of this kiss: my planet did not surrender to separation from you ...