From The mute despair

No two people that meet
could pass through each other
but the shadows pass easily through each other
the shadows are residents
in a world of
absolute loneliness.
and God
in his absolute loneliness
imagined a moment
embracing the warmth of your body
with his hands
passing through a dark alleyway
to stand in front of a door
you kiss him, for the first and the last time.
and he, in the heat of your lips
touches the corporeality of his imagination
and creates the earth with this substance
with the hot impossible corporeality.

--Mohsen Emadi