I wonder without me | Poetry | Van sherzad

By: Van Sherzad

Translator: Daliya Raouf

I wonder, how would
The circle of your black and white dreams
On your vivid imaginative mind dances, without me.
I wonder how would
Your poetic language grieves on your daily solace page.
On my absent days!
I know what are you going through.
I know you quarrel with all your suitors,
I know you clench your shadow to fill my absence
I know you want to spit on existing ten times straight.
I know without me, all your limitless and yet unsatisfied desires would become nothing.
In your heart you decide: when I get my hands on you
I would warp my hands around your presence and pour you into my being.
So that you won’t lose me
In any red evenings and
Neither look for me in any blue mornings
You, like a man, will accept the hell of a godless woman like me.