Skirts Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Skirts

As a film director
Need to wear a skirt
(The lightest, silkiest
To let wind and breeze
Show ladies as dancers.)

Can't resist the beauty
That it gives and causes;
Revealing, butt and thighs
With the shapes and sizes.

I must feel their steps
And limits of the legs
In changing directions
If running to escape
And attacked to be raped.

The skirt is, has been
Always my attraction.

Once leading a tour in
The deserts of Dubai
Two of my lady-guests
Needed time to themselves
(Were in pants, not skirts
Had to find safe space…)
It was a disaster…

Other time in Mazar
In front of Imam
A lady in the chador
Sat, played with the bush
After gone, I went there
Saw place was wetted;
(She had peed with no pain!)

In the Andes, by the bus
I saw the Cholitas
Sit very comfortably
Doing things to release
Then get back into seats!