Your fingers
And my trapezius
Your medical practice
An excuse
Between us
Your touch
And my neck
Your secrets
And my heart
Your stories of Herat
A night of trust
Between us
Your memories
And my chest
My adventures in Tehran
Your innocent laughter
My naughty serenity
The healing empathy
Between us
Your nostalgia
And my pain
Your sweet accent
Your Dari song
Your “Gardeshe Chashme Siah”
“The look in your black eyes”
Centuries of poetry
Between us
Your country
And mine
My body “wrapped in a dark dress
Like the moonlight through the silk of cloud”
My Afghan Doctor!
Your coyness
The damn border
Between us
Your body
And mine
asheghetammmm
ReplyDeleteManam hamintor. Mamnoon ke khoondi.
ReplyDeleteWho can divine what goes into a Doctors mind & his female pt on d examination couch ?
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