by Anahita Jalilvand
Tout doucement, tu prends ma main,
I don’t like it when my fingers are cold,
Cherie, t’as aucune chance.
Entangled between yours, my muscles are tense.
Je soupire, en esperant que tu ne devines pas,
A run would be difficult, and octaves impossible,
Tu te contentes quand meme que je suis venue.
I could force them into a chord or two.
Tu m’embrasses, une, deux, trois fois,
Paralysed now, they are numb to the pain,
Je m’abandonne a toi par politesse.
I surrendered their warmth, what else?
Je m’oublie; il ne peut jamais savoir.
Next time, I’ll just wear gloves.
