Poetry • by Bahar Orang 1

Poetry by Bahar Orang recipes for breakfast Spread your legs like apricot jam, homemade fresh and sweet As elsewhere-spring french-kiss me, with hot, mild, mother-tongue I’ll dance for you, like they do swaying hips, slow and languid like olives, round and rolling through red-lined lips crumbled body, feta between thick-bread-blankets Then – hold me steady, anchor these limbs these floating, fledgling limbs.       [  >>>>>  FORWARD  ] [Distillate © HA&L + Bahar Orang  |  {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]