They made this world
out of corporeal shapes...

My hands upon yours,
upon you...

Motions multiply
between the facing mirrors...

Tomorrow’s pantry,
I fed on stored-up wanting...

Annihilation of proportions,
zero before the count...

Behind the vastness of my scars,
scarcely lives a man...

Like a dancer—
her dress twirling...

The little squares of Tehran Pars (*
repeated themselves...

Purple dragonfly
resting on a yellow bloom...

The sky is brimming
with stars when our eyes are freed...

Flare of candlelight,
briefly cuts the velvet night...

Wolves bare silver fangs,
thorn-stems of the crescent moon...