Halcyon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Halcyon

Sun, Queen of summer
-is losing
- (as have lost dynasties!)

On way out is Summer
-I can see her skirt
-dragging out of church…

Rice covers her shoulder
-poured by the audience
-and fade the flowers…

But I think of the dogs
-the dogs that I do like
- (in summer
-far above the winter…)

I like them
-not because of their fangs
-not because of their barks
-not because of dumbness
- (enslaved, yet loyal…)

No, no, no
-I like dogs when order
-the ladies: "Take me out,
-we need to go for walk."
-in Queen-Sun's era;
-the angels turn bright
-come to sight…
-and arrives my best time.

I steer road to road, house to house
-watching God's miracles in angels
-from hair floating in the air
-to their toes…desperately anxious
-till I reach the edges of breasts, wavy chest,
-to honey of their lips; (want to lick…!)

I beg you Sun and dogs:
- "Maintain the halcyon of summer."