FIGS scent of a fig tree thick in summer air, shadows of her beautiful hands, like shiva, kneading the darkness, dancing. drops of sweet white juice on the way back from school in the summer heat the desert shining like a silver sky through the long night, this longing for you ripens and thickens we dive toward insanity you pluck my chords, and the song echoes across the universe. each day, each night. the night you made a promise: the day of reunion. I count up the days, every day and every night. thirst near to my eyes, drops of sweet white juice, the shadow of a fig tree quiets my soul. -Reza Derakshani