عشق آمریکایی من ـ (یک. روی پل)

My American Love

        Thirty-Two Poems for Wendy

One.

On the Bridge

by

Majid Naficy

        Over a narrow brook

I lay down on a wooden bridge

With my hands pillowing my head.

You sit next to me

With your feet dangling in the water

And your fingers caressing my face.

Then the cup of my ears

Overflows with your sweet murmurs.

The water seeps into my veins

And I am carried away

Like a floating raft

On a mysterious river

Passing by a dense grove

Full of dragonflies and pansies

And the familiar scent of grass.

What is our destination?

On this quick flowing water

I have no other guide

But your caressing fingers.

                                May 12, 2001