To Meet Poem by alireza bahram

'To Meet'

I should return to my home
to pick up my hands.

I should return to the last hug,
to hunt my own tactile sensation,
to pick up the circleness of my eyes,
in the crowd that your shapes have made;
From the last intersection,
From the word of 'The Last'
I should pick up two corners of my lips,
to steal the word of 'The Last' from the language,
to hide it.

I must
return to the language,
looking for my 'shape and face',
to hunt your Name
and
the meeting…