All my life, clean as a whistle, pure as snow,
colorless as the days with no sun
I have lived cautiously
Now, at an age that I am finding the true me
While yearning for desires and strange feelings
I want to try new, wild things.
Maybe not too much destruction but a little wildness
like lying on his chest, drinking from his cup,
looking at his eyes full of secrets and untold stories
Just a little bit wildness, with my hair brushing his face,
filling his mouth with the stream of womanhood
thinking: I hope this moment never ends
Nothing too wild, just a few kisses around his neck
walking beside him in the cold, shaking,
till he lights up a cozy warm fire to settle between our skin.
Shahla Latifi
December 2022