Cannot Move Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cannot move

In this cold of winter
I am in pullover, no jacket.

Is early in the dusk,
Like a rock, I stop;
Watch and watch
Watch and watch.

Partridge of skies
Wears net of the clouds;
With romance, struts, struts.

This Venus, Aphrodite
To me is the nymphet
With great bright face;
I lost her to Soyuz,
Apollos and science.

High above and lovely
Is fetish, behind the
Thin clouds; all wavy.

She has been a source for
The love and romantic
Narrations, stories.

For ages was centre
Of stars, galaxies…

Now, bride behind veil
"Hide and seek" she plays
To steal attention…

Icy cold penetrates
My skin, stand hairs;
And stiff are nipples.

Stubborn or proud
I observe, using heart;
Moon dances with clouds
I am lost in trance of her love.