Napoleon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Napoleon

Must have been year ago
-when saw her on the road
-was happy as girl-child
- "She? Here? Never-mind! "

Time passed and once again
-we met and she questioned
-of me, my origin, language
-I was rock and silent…

Felt guilty for reasons
-the first was of myself
- "Why should a human
-resent a human? "

Second was in hiding
-physical; lust wanting…
-she can be what I need
-so, why not, let click? !

On my way from work
-noticed her departing
-a car and heading home
-purposely slowed down

Eager to encounter
-needed to talk with her
-to seek her forgiveness
-for ugly behaviour

She was not the one that
-I had met not long back
-now she was a witch with
-wrinkled-face, ugly-teeth

Loneliness has killed her

Different her culture
-cannot mix with others
-very high, expectations
-from those, her culture,

She looks at her past when
-facing her own people
-wants them to take her for
-who she was, not today…

Blind is she to facts
-they too are immigrants
-with reason to have had
-escaped the set borders

That takes me to the joke
- "Khomeini was in line…
-wanted to get visa…
-people left one by one…
- ‘where to? ' asked a person.
- ‘to our homes for comfort…
-why to go if he goes…? '"

Here, she, has brought
-what people ran from
-but her head is in sand
-ostrich acts blind…

Sympathise with her but
-she and I can't unite
-never mind our bodies
-though sex is comforting

And that is what I need
-desperate and badly…

To me sex is not just
-screw in the nut
-need honey from lips
-and softness from hands

Heart and mind are columns
-to join me with woman
-and these are what she lacks
-Napoleon may like her
-she claims to cook well
-he said heart to food is a slave