PAMPHILET n.3
SANAM RAHIMIZADEH
When your eyes gaze upward in the dead of night, I ask if you can
see the waning reflection of my devotion in the bright of this
crescent blue. Do you feel my love in your bones, my love?
Head-awakening yet body-weakening, I want to be
the one who makes your legs quake. An eternal
hunger - pine for me, yearn for me, thirsty as
the desert when the sun is at its highest. The
only solace found when you lap at the light
found between my thighs. Only from
this nourishment will you find the
healing you search for, undying
in the light of the moon.
midnight thirst
after Roland PriesingSANAM RAHIMIZADEH
When your eyes gaze upward in the dead of night, I ask if you can
see the waning reflection of my devotion in the bright of this
crescent blue. Do you feel my love in your bones, my love?
Head-awakening yet body-weakening, I want to be
the one who makes your legs quake. An eternal
hunger - pine for me, yearn for me, thirsty as
the desert when the sun is at its highest. The
only solace found when you lap at the light
found between my thighs. Only from
this nourishment will you find the
healing you search for, undying
in the light of the moon.