American Dream Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

American Dream

Who was she?
And her name?
It is not important.
I did as devil led.

They were two in a car
And two, we on feet, walk
They were girls, and we boys.
Huston Street, San Anton, in Texas.
In great Dreamland; the U.S. of Big A.

They drove and passed us
They smiled, we replied
On return they stopped;
With plan, picked us up.
I was a simple; I was caught.

Her nails long
Became cause
Made us talk:
“Why is so? ”
“For defence”
In my palms both her hands:
“And now what? ”
“I will use, my feet kick.”
I held them between mine:
“And now what? ”
“I will shout.”
Our lips warm, hers I capped
Numerous were kisses
Could not shout; did not want?

We never met again
Told me friend later on
“You are George…”
And went on…
This what I told her that I was.
“She is in, search for you! ”
Kiss must have, worked too well
But message came too late
I belonged, to Judy.