Recognition Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Recognition

Raindrops of tears come from
-the clouds in the mind and in heart
-acting as the chisels and drills
-cutting deep into walls of palace,
- (The lasered crystals and diamonds…
-of dreams with spine…)

My tears are dredge chemicals…
-liquid, gaseous killer bombs

In my mind
In my heart

The two form a notepad
-for the pains and signals
-of author's signature:
-this is "To Margaret."

The book is with me now
-one of the found orphans…
- (by trash of Dupont and Bathurst.)
- a virgin; unread and unopened!

And I see very deep, bed of depths!

I can write stories on the why
-and also, when and how
-book was signed
-and remained a shelf

Now, to me a dear
-I take her to my bed
-we make love
-in times she, in times I
-is on top

I kiss, eye every word
-as I would of a girl's
-rosy lips, genital
-and I use fingers, tongue
-wetting her; turning page!