Her Pony Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her pony

A pony among her soft long hair
-inviting in brown and golden
-as cartage carries me to mountains
-and to farms and plains
-where the sun is sun and Moon is Moon
-morning is different from noon
-birds sing when is early but by heat
-hide in shades
-as smell of roses fly, fade
-and sun burns
-and stalks of the wheat hug in dense
-and their seeds are Romans with spears

This is all in her hair
-it floats in the air
-her body is firm and wears bra
-though nymphet and small,
-intrigued I feel moved
-to glance at her face

So far all that I see is from her behind
-she stands at red light

Raises her cellphone, I
-see hand is small
-phone is large

Feel ashamed of myself
-she is child
-Ten-twelve, or around

Thanks to the screens, media
-she has learned
-to pluck eyebrows
-wear makeup, nails to lips
-and dress erotic
-attract eyes

What happened to those days?
-when young girl was a child
-cute and sweet and a virgin…