YOU

Your

Mind is to find

Lips are to whisper

Fingers are to find

Skin is to taste

My

Lips are to taste

Skin is to feel

Ears are to know

Soul is to lose

You

are to love

I

am to love you

Tell me

Was that your touch

Was that your breath
Were they your whispers


Tell me those were

just illusions


But tell me why


my skin's softer now
and my neck badly warm
and I'm comfortably yours

TASTE

Ever want to taste

what it tastes like

when I give you all I can

of a taste

you've never tasted it all

and you're never tasted at all

That was not me

That was not you

the wind on your skin

Against the wind

I stand

smell

all it's pouring on my face

all it's taken off you

all the way

for me

Off

Turn

Take

Get

Memoirs

All those

gone

and not come

exist

nowhere

but in some cells

that will die

someyday

but just let's see

if worms ever know

what's gone

and what's to come?

Illusions

My illusions

exist

in your illusions

Maybe

And yours

in mine

Maybe

Just illusions

Maybe

all that exist

Maybe

Photo: IUT Campus

Rouzbeh HoseinAbadi, 1997

Alone

The sky above

Wings forbidden!

You're just steps to reach

Feet forbidden!

Photo: Isfahan University of Technology, Dorm Roof

Rouzbeh HoseinAbadi, 1997

Bricks

Look at the sky

and it rains

joy for you

But look again

not that far

just far

as a head turn

Look at the sky

and it rains pain

for peaple there

Could be me

could be you

down there

simply

just if born there

Photo: Brickyards, South of Tehran,

By Rouzbeh HoseinAbadi, 1997

Scissorhands

Don't want me touch your face

Wounds are all I leave for you

Have a look at my heart

though your hands were hands

not scissors like mine

Don't want me touch your soul

Healers have died

long before

Wish I could someday know

why or where

they hid my healing hands