Moon swims slowly <br />I whisper your name to the night <br />Grasses grow softly <br />on the sandy footpath. <br /> <br />My nest incubates dream <br />from your breast <br />Your exquisite fingers <br />intertwine into my short hair. <br /> <br />Open your cabbage-heart <br />Let me enter into the zero point <br />Open your blue-cell <br />Let me enter into the memory card. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Poem 40 <br />Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007 <br />Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen <br />Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh <br />ISBN 984-8700-82-X<br /><br />Ashraful Musaddeq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/01-zero-point/
