Romantically Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Romantically

On head, neck, to cheeks, lips
-she kissed me slowly
-her kisses spicy!

Bundled up in clouds
-had lowered the sky
-low enough to be fog.

The buildings and trees
-roads and signs, streets
-were grey but fresh
-as came down drizzles.

On the walls of the thought
-Horror Films, Film-Noir
-the colours limited
-to Black, White, Grey…

Sounds and songs, special!

Sparrows were hiding
-hopped and chirped
-kept singing…
-noisy songs of wedding:
- "Celebrate the season,
-with the death of winter
-has arrived Spring…"

And she came shamelessly
-caressed me and kissed me.

I enjoyed secretly, silently
-stood, walked, inviting
-the drops of the rain.

Could feel them scattered in the air
-came dancing; kissed when fell
-my cheeks, lips, head to neck.

The so called "Wise" could say:
- "Look at him; he must be Crazy! "