The Remaining Blood


My naked bones shiver
Winter evening beckons fiercely.
I hope in vain you’ll cover them
With your warm flesh– flesh
Reason wanes and emotion sways

Volcanoes gutting deeply
Out of nowhere
Flood the remaining blood

I cry fiercely–a storm
Longing my senses to recuperate–
Reminiscences haunt

You appear
Like a ghost from a dark cave

A shaman bringing hope, flesh
The senses.
What a pain without you
Have I known.

                 _____Muhammad Shahab.


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