Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 65,997 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Flakes In Palm - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Flakes in palm

Sculpture; I became again
stood still; flesh but metal, rock
as I did years ago in prison, Palace.

Then and now
my eyes to the sky
devoted to falling flakes
on my eyebrows, face
and moustache; in eyes.

Pleasant is the melting
of flakes on skin
as was in Moscow
on my chest.

"What a hot man! "
Said the Russian woman.

I could never make love with
the flakes in my palm.

Sadly…
they melt before I kiss them…

Topic(s) of this poem: romantic


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2016



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