Myrtle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Myrtle

Was heading for Myrtle
-a note was on paper:
- "Call upon arrival."
-I respect requests.

Expected a male but
-voice belonged to lady.

She sounded like needle
-of the rose in garden…
-that found its own way
-up to heart and brain.

Gave her face and measured
-her age, size and frame…

Never thought I would see
-a Heavenly Angel
-in bed gown, half-naked!

She tried to cover
-with towel, blanket;
-thankfully she couldn't!

I could not find in her
-the trace of myrtle
-though could Mestizo
-a hybrid and mixture
-of many flowers
- (of Europe, India and Laura!)

I damned my nose and mouth
-for taking my heart's warmth
-and turning to steam
-that became a curtain in the cold!

I hate my breath that blocked her from eye;
-everything was blur as if in the cloud…
-But sweet soft smile between us
-helped reveal perfect size!
- (Flawless and Gorgeous.)