Head To Toe Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Head to toe

Her hair combed, managed well
The strings act as noose for the men.
Eyes trap, lashes are the arrows of a bow.
With tulips are the cheeks as if hills after cold.

And her lips…I too want…sugar canes.

No comment on her chest where lemons occupy
And lower, abdomen as plain, thin, flat.
Eyes in search, look hunter, she is prey.

Her legs are bough-sticks with razor or the wax,
Are well-shaved (skinless) .

At her knee and ankle, as if trunk is trimmed
(There are rounds.)

What is she…Aphrodite or peacock?