The Garden of Exotic Flowers

Reza Farmand




I smell your body with my poetry


Each part of your body

has itís own sweet fragrance:

Your hair, your eyes, your cheeks

Your nose, your lips, your ears

Your neck, your shoulders, your breasts

Your arms, your hands, your fingers

Your stomach, your navel,

your little soft dream magnet

Your thighs, your knees and your feet.


I bend over you

As if over a garden of exotic flowers.


July, 2008