When Gone Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

When gone

I wonder if I can
When am dead
And long gone
Remember
The smell
Of roses in morning

Same feeling I get now
Of seeing jasmine

The talk of first drop of the rain
In mouth of scorched land, on clay

Or chill-guest that comes with
The breeze of mountain after rain

Or the beach when waves roar with sea shell
Carrying the smell of sea depth

Or my hand right after letting go of live fish

Even your, my body sweat-wet after sex

Or baby smiling
After fed with the rich mother's milk