Some might think me mad, but I am not the only one who senses your soft skin on the magnolia flower, drunk with your scent in the flower’s scent.
Sometimes I catch you beaming in the sparkle of rippling steams.
Just yesterday, a dragonfly came to a dead stall, hovering eye-to-eye, so near yet not scared at all. In its satin wings there were your veins, flowing.
Some days with water on my face, a summer breeze will brush by and I, recognize your caress.
Sane or not, a butterfly flits from one flower to another garden, and that can be none other than your childlike play.
See all those feathers on the pompous rooster; who set them on fire with astounding color? Ah, but isn’t the miracle just a stroke of your brush?
When little sisters under the mosquito nets, and under the full moon, cannot stop their belly-laughs, I know those Buddha belies to be yours.
Some years back, I was alone, looking for love in newspapers, but now I am not alone.
One day I paid attention to mere being; then I knew that all along you loved me still the same.
Attention to life is the most romantic thing!
Some days,
my friend,
pay attention ,
and soon,
you will fall in love!
~ Kambiz Naficy
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