In Eden Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In Eden

Still I feel drunk of her eyes
Unconscious is brain
Numb
Remain my legs, arms.

Were those eyes of the sheep in the dark?
Were they wolf's or of lamb?

Was her vase filled with wine?
Tequila or Vodka?
Margarita?

I still feel jealous…

In his hand was hers and
My skin is burning with the heat of goosebumps.

Knew, know she was shy
He grabbed as if hunt
Almost robbed
Forcibly.

I gave her my number
She smiled secretly
Her eyes then
Shocked my life end to end
Sneaky was her look
All around.

She hid mine in bra
Next to her left breast
So dear to her heart…?

Will she call?