Forugh Farrokhzad
The Kiss

His eyes laughed with sin

His face streamed with the light of heaven

At the entrance to his soul his lips were silent

But his desire danced like a flame without refuge


Self-conscious and full of longing

With a look that had the colors of drunkenness

I looked into his eyes and he said:

From love you must gather the ripened fruit


In the mysterious shelter of the night

A shadow over a shadow bent

A breath on cheeks trembled

A kiss lit a flame between lips 

Found In Volume 35, No. 01
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About the Author

Forugh Farrokhzad was an Iranian poet and film director. In 1967, she died in a car accident at age thirty-two.