Your Calls Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Your calls

Sweet brown Cacao, chocolate
You call me for reason
You know it very well; I pretend.

To keep me in the car; excuse
is great: “Nosy are bad neighbours”
You know it very well; I pretend.

Too short is your skirt, to expose chocolates
Generous you are in showing your cleavage
You know it very well; I pretend.

For my eyes you make goal and target.
I force them, and order: “Don’t stare.”
You know it very well; I pretend.

You know it very well; I pretend.
You know it very well; I pretend.
Both aware, confession you resent

With your words and a charm you flirt
You take me to look at a mirage in desert
Lake Bushy and mossy, my final interest.

Vague mirage, in comma of the heat,
You leave me to bar me entry, politely
You know it very well; I pretend.

Your words used, make me say: “You’re devil.”
You laugh loud, provide wide smile to confirm.
You know it very well; I pretend.

If the same, as it goes, I see end too bitter
But still I answer all your calls as a game
You know it very well; I pretend.