In the Museum at Teheran

a sentimental curator has placed
two fragments of bronze Grecian
heads together boy

and girl so that the faces black-
ened by the three thousand years of
desert sand & sun

seem to be whispering something
that the Gurgan lion & the wing-
ed dog of Azerbaijan

must not hear but I have heard
them as I hear you now half way
around the world

so simply & so quietly more like
a child than like a woman making
love say to me in

that soft lost near and distant voice
I’m happy now I’m happy oh don’t
move don’t go away.