I shall merge in you

Bulge out from under your loin as Tahmineh

Not in this sorrowful plain

Right in the middle of the mountain of your body

Amidst the grandeur of rocks and the wolves hidden in your mouth

 

I shall merge in you

Blush my face as fire

Not in this silent field

Amidst the chaos of clouds

Amidst the strange shapes of memories

Amidst my own eagerness to this many variations of yours

 

I shall merge in you

I shall turn into passion into feast

I shall get drunk and filled with light

Not in the threshold of a door wide open

Between panes of a narrow window

Between the crowd of you on my side

Between the blasphemy of your figure

Between that flicker of light left in your arms

I shall merge in you

Become legend

Me drunk and you insane

I shall rise

Screaming

Shouting

Who will take us home? Shall pour from my dress

Red, white, black and a little purple

It shall be my destiny

In you when I merge