Black Diamoind - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Zakani’s rock carver and Farhad
Must have worked, been involved
With the axe and hammer
With their minds, and chisel
To make best sculpture…
Perfect lines, magic ones, on her lips
delicate with no need for re-touch.
Have no doubt
Her pair will convert man
Every kiss is morphine, is old wine
Kiss and be dead-drunk.
Mind glued to her lips and her sight
My eyes look to her back and her butt
She must be the true Aphrodite
The best cut, a diamond, Black one.
As she walks I tell God:
“Take heaven for yourself.”
Then go on:
“Just leave her in my arms, day and night.”
When talking feel sweet in my mouth;
Recalling perfection everywhere
(But her tongue)
I call her: “immortal immoral”.
I don’t mind…
So is fine.
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