May Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

May

"Sorry but, what's your name? "
-"It is May."
-"Like the June and July? "
-"From Hong Kong? "

I asked her knowing years
-what people lived under
-London's boots as the "Rules"

In case yes, she and her parents
-and her grands would have been
-speaking English along with Cantonese

She was not…
-"Of Nanjing…"

I was her patient and she did it
-ultrasound
-Red-apple was her face…
-apple of ranged-colours
-in basket woven of straws
-and filled with cuties
-from hair, pitch-black
-to forehead, greatest
-to nose of crab-apple
-and rosebuds as her lips,
-inviting: "Let us kiss…"

But her heart was the best
-cultural, politeness
-I showed her with comment
-"Do not like your gown-set…"
-she played around it.

Her victim for around an hour
-was great gift of God
-so my Lord
- (If you are somewhere there
-and listen to prays…)
-"Please find me a way to meet her
-yes; next time closer…"