Somebody whispered,
“Beware, she wants you on your knees!”
I whispered back:
“On my knees I whish to serve my Lady”

Someone shouted at me:
“You, poor slave of her beauty!”
I shouted back:
“Poor, so she can feed me with her mature fertility;
slave, so she can mark my body,
with signs of her sensuality”

The other day a passerby asked:
“Where does this never ending ecstasy come from?”
I answered:
“She is the ocean and I thirst her countlessly”



with love and respect
January 2007
Shervin