Of Women Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of Women

Women are the ones I
Cannot live with, without.

With them I feel drunk
And without, sick or lost.

First woman was mother
Before and after birth.

She received thick water
Processed, I was made.

She was a miracle.

Never asked if had fun
When slept in Dad's arms.

It was not fair and not
One of childish rights.

Still, I in blood
She picked me, to start
Putting me on her chest
Feeding me with breast.

She was a miracle.

After her, came sister
A friend and teammate.

Rich with love, she played
And took care, each moment.

Time was fast, fall's water
Racing in the cascades.

Changed point of view
With lovers, a few.

Now, breasts and the chests
Had become toys for rest.