I Want Wine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I want wine

Ten fingers, many rings, pony tail
Doubtlessly attractive
She is young; well-figured everywhere
(Head to toe and middle)
Her eyebrows metaphor of the arch
Well-plucked, at the end is sharp knife
No, no, no, it's needle in my eyes
Her knapsack on her side
She's drowned
In her hand her Koran
(Cell-mobile)
And her boots are galosh
As if night's shoe shiner has spit and brushed
One can look to comb hair; fix his tie
(Like mirror)
Most of all is the eyes
They're drunk
Ay people, hear me:
"I want wine"