Daydream Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Daydream

I want milk, warm and fresh
Directly from those breasts
(Which I had as a child)

I want milk in bucket
Unfiltered, not bottled
Seeing it when bubbles

I want milk, kind of sweet
No sugar, without heat
Self-contained everything

I want look in those eyes
Turning back; very kind
“I’m tired, is it finished? ”

How I miss the soft look
Like stories in the books
The novels with dreams

And I miss those breasts
Changed colors her nipples
Before milk, during and after

I want look in those eyes
I want milk, kind of sweet
I want milk in bucket

I want goat
I want cow
I want sheep

I’m tired of machines
When sitting and watching
Pollutions and chimneys