Dusty Poems Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dusty poems

I enjoy reading
Scattered as my thoughts
Travelled, as is my body
Spacious like my heart, in image
Not physical.

I enjoy reciting poems
Of different origins
Themes and poets
They are like fruits
On branches in orchards
Sun-ripened with dust.

And I love dust
That is what I am from
That is what I will be
That is my mattress
That is my quilt and blanket
And is my starry toy, fetish.

Do you follow me?
Are you romantic too?