Body And Brain Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Body and brain

The days that your ankles
-were gates to the heaven
-is long gone and is dead.

The days that sheens to knees
-were pastures for eye's sheep
-is long gone and is dead.

The days that mini-jupe and hot pants
-were royals with demand:
- "Watch the thighs, are seamless."
-is long gone and is dead.

The days that your breasts
-half exposed above rest
-took breathe and conscious
-is long gone and is dead.

In my mind kept thinking
-about saint Sophia, her daughters…
- "With death of faith and love;
-rely on the last one; ‘Hope', final."

Hope too is in deathbed
-that you use your brain.

You call past: "Patriarch! "
-today is…you say "What? "