A Child Again Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I want a pail between her legs.
I want my hands caress breast.

I want nipple held soft, finger
gently play both up and down.

I want her face turning to look.

I want her eye to ask question:
“Are you happy? Is this a joy? ”

I like her milk warm and sweet
right from the tit, in a glass
and gargling then see my teeth
pearl strong thanks to the milk.

In skin-bag I pour excess, later
boil it to make yoghurt to give
butter to eat as food fry an egg.

I want my mum to bake bread
and I’ll skim milk’s fat Nan-to
as my Nashta for day is Dough.
I miss the goats; also the sheep.
I miss that day and milking all
daily twice, once is before also
after ending graze and a return
with their shepherd…

I want to be a child again.