Lerma Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Lerma



Lerma

My spine, this serpent
Winds, crawls as Adam
And your hands
You, the Eve of the time
Hold snake to become straight
To return to shelter
Correctly, no venom.

You, Lerma
You with book of the Moore
Pamper us, for cure.

Your hands are magicians’
Though abuse can remove,
Discomfort.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: therapy
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