Honey Lips Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Honey lips

She stood hands across
A Roman criminal on cross
Backs to door, open palms
Door was locked but not chest
It was all cleavage!
Teacher was on way out
Saw the scene surprised!

He had gone for teaching
Algebra, literature
She wished it different!

-I was shocked
-I wondered
-what to say
-where to go
-and how far
-approached door
-reached for lock
-her breath sweet, warm
-got drunk in heart, mind!

Confused he gave in
-am old now
-but still
-cherish that memory
-on her lips had honey
With a sighs he goes on:
-then feared
-I was shy
-she imposed
-became mine
-but no more
-now I want
-in same age
-ouch…ouch…ouch
-where is she?
-cannot find
-yet its pain fills my mind!

Then friend lifted eyes.