To Biker Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To biker

Hey lady, the biker,
-you who wear
-a white, loose silk skirt
-go uphill free of underwear
-with your legs being shaved
-exposing great thighs to the end…

You, sure have intention
-either your product is for sale
-and you head for market
-or have come for some tests.

Is it an exam for freedom?
-or is it: "What are men?
-anything but male- gaze? "

Well, let me be myself;
-open and clear,
-I look for treasure.

I love to dig for gold,
-put in pot and melt it,
-take away rust and dirt,
-then after, if found well,
-I cherish, love, share bed.

Passing by trash bins is daily,
-so, I see lot of junks
-but never waste my time
-and never think about
-stopping to take some…

Hopefully I helped you
-that is if you came to…