That Shower Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

That shower

Always count for moment
That see her undress
For, after shower.

One morning
Stepped out and saw her.

All in all, was naked
Not a piece of cover!

No more I, could like her
As much as when covered.

Most fetish about her
Was being scarlet.

Fem fetal she is when
Is midday, to sunset.

I feel me at the edge
And in times approach her.

Am please in corner,
Ignoring the doctors,
Sitting in loneliness
Selecting few leaves
Piled and forgotten,
Fallen and dried, dead.

Talk with leaves,
Take pictures
In the fall or autumn…

Dislike the cold shower
That welcomes the winter.

Feel the sigh of gardens,
We stare in silence
At the work of bully
Making them undress,
Of it talk, share tears.