Hadi Khojinian
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Thinking of you
I make my soul naked
I hang my gown on you
I sew your pink lips to my mouth
I melt in you
Your warm breast milk pour in my hand
It’s makes me hot
I drink your milk
I’m a thirsty man
I touch you
Beneath white crumpled sheets
Our bed of loneliness
Perfumed by your scent
I close all curtains to the sun
And let in no light in the room
Except the light of your eyes
I close all doors
Except your mind
I know that you know
My unbearble past
I see no way out
Except my way to you
Somebody knocks
Your body is trembling
By : Hadi Khojinian
Edited by : Dr Ali Reaz Rahimi
Mist
Water pouring down the walls of my room . I can smell the damp and I pull away the blanket and wake up . .knock on the cell’s door , after a few minutes jailer open the door and I come out . I have three minutes to take a shower . The air inside the cell smells of humidity . I heard the executioners bullet last night . It is not too far from the sea .only a stone wall separates us . I still hear my friend’s voices .Nasser is reading a story and mehrdad is singing .how long I have to wish to be with them ? Candle, butterfly and flowers are all together but I miss my brothers too much . I wish nobody would die and I would not have to visit my friends graves in secret to smell to the saintly earth . I miss smell the earth soil ! I miss the smell of sea . I wish I could turn back the clock and I would be again . I wish the noises in my heart would stop . I wish I would see you again and fall in love all over
Labour
I put down the crown of vanity under my feet
I swear to myself
To live and breath only your air
I wash my eyes from time to time
So as not to let the freshness of your eyes get old
I soak my body in your scent
That takes me to paradise
Where I am please that
I exist
I am giving birth for you
Giving birth to the
Infant of my heart
Labour
was not hard , but agony
My baby doesn’t know anything
What is wrong ? or what the world is ?
He doesn’t see black or white
Every thing is green
Every thing is orange
Every where is colourful
I can’t feed him
May I beg you to nurse him
While I am gone
They say your milk
Revives the dead
So my baby will grow
While I am gone
Come and take him
He is moaning
No
He is wailing
I can’t do any thing more for him
Please take care not to catch cold
I go out for a while
I need a break from all these
May be
I should go some where
I should meet some body
I should do some thing
I close the door by myself
I don’t want you to bother
I washed windows last night
Because
If tomorrow isn’t rainy
Sun will shine on
You and my babay
I’ll come back some time
If
The time comes
By Hadi Khojinian
