Mahnaz Nezarati

We traced each other's bodies on the craft paper, reminiscing the pain of his absence. I repeated to myself, "I love you patiently..." Was it a desire or a need that brought us back together? The scent of apple filled the air, its sour and sweet notes lingering on my tongue. I couldn't believe he was so close, just a breath away. As I pushed the brush down my body, he traced my lines and curves, committing them to memory and listening intently to my words. I was drawing a poem, transmuting words into colors and lines. He followed the map I was revealing to him, walking around me as we performed a dance of love, memories, and desire. Together, we created a visual poem that spoke to our souls.