Poems

Feather

For Sepideh[1]
 
Quietly, quietly [softly, softly?] you come
on your tiptoes
just when the dream
hears the sound of your footsteps.
 
Your eyes are intoxicated by me[2]
when, catlike,
you crawl under my sheet.
Asleep and awake -
you kiss the silk of my dreams.
 
In the moment it takes to put your arms
around my neck,
you fall asleep on my pillow.
 
Between sleep and waking
as soon as I am empty of dreams
I become full of you.