Shmavon Azatyan: BIRD IN A PARCEL

Why do you send me

a “Bird of Happiness?”

a porcelain red creature,

perching on a bough.

I remember

when you were

a taxi ride away,

you never mentioned

happiness. 

We drank wine, 

you gave me beautiful eyes

and told me nice words,

and an opportunity 

to splice my and your 

fingers together.

And in the night, 

when our hearts raced, 

you didn’t even think

that there was happiness,

our bodies 

tightly loving each other,

pivoted 

into completion.

(2005)