POEM
You are a woman
If my fingers intertwined among her hair strands
My hand would emerge as if it were a magic wand
To the extent that if I brushed against a dry branch
It would bloom
If I patted the back of a mare, it would fly without growing wings
A woman like the wind … You are
skilled in chase
You can make me gasp without moving from my place
How could a woman like you do all this to me in silence?
You make me expectant, standing ready on the tips of my toes
Waiting for that word stands on the edge of your lips…
If you said ‘I love you,’
My heart would scatter like a drop of water
Falling into a pot of boiling oil.
