She Stood By The Box Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

She stood by the box

Went shopping, as always
Veggies and dairies, eggs.

She stood by the box
Strange her look's talk
"What is this, any good? "
Picking up pomegranates
She played game of men
With breasts…

She knew the name but
Unaware was of rest! ! !

As if man, she looked up
For asking, girl's permit;
Then caressed, squeezed
Kind of joy and liking…

Question though
Remained same…

Had no time to tell her
Of my past, me and them:
"Their stick is the worst
Flexes, elastic; it has
Thorns, causing pain
But fruit…

Hundreds are the seeds
Behind walls, yellow, thin
Organised like our teeth
But reddish with white thing
Inside them…miracle…

Did not say except this:
"The best have thin skin…"
The rest is inside me:
"As child-boys we went peed
At trunks and wrapped thin
Thread at our loose teeth…
Then a jump; no more pain…"