Curled Hair Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Curled hair

You arrived soaked by rain.

Beauty in you was everywhere
Fell drops from your curly hair
As they fall from leaves of trees
In breeze of colourful autumns.

Wet were your head, breast
To fingers and the toes
All over…

Unsaid words of your mouth
Tickled me to smile, ask for hug.

I wonder if it was artist's mind
That adores beauty of all kinds
Or just a physical want and lust!

Whatever might have been
Carved its mark very deep
On me and my soft heart.

Scattered are drops
Of the morning sky,
They dance, come…

The wild rain was last night's
"Cats and dogs, "
Unlike now, random, soft
Like honey, which I found
On your lips,
When replied with smile.

Time to time, I look up
See the leaves twisted and curly,
With drops on them as on your hair.

Is it you?
Are you there?
Say something;
Why not talk?