Trimming Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Trimming

Like reading, is great,
When useful or useless.

Imagine reading on,
Day of love, Valentine.

Suddenly talk becomes,
Excess hair, and in tons.

Article, writes, claims:
"Millions of Americans
Take part is trimming,
The hair of ‘Pubic! '"

At first it sounds funny
But later, takes meaning.

Close eyes and let thoughts,
Wander wild, go around,
See touching and kissing,
Lovemaking, pleasing,
Then take part with smiles.

Now scale the figures:
"Twenty tons, curly hair, "
Sheared, shaved, or maybe,
Gone with wax, cleared.

May question:
"And then what? "

Make U-Turn and reverse
Candlelit three-course
Brooklyn, in image.

After day's work going,
To the mall, for buying,
A tiny scissor for
The bathroom,
Carefully trimming
For lover, his kissing!

In these days when nothing
Is out there for watching,
And nowhere for going,
Shrine of genitalia
Can be more romantic! "

Scissors and the razors
Can amuse and consume,
Part of time, which is fine.

Picture the bathtub wall,
And the legs, far apart,
Dangling on the sides
While the hands do a job.

Pole-centres must question,
Old and young, men, women:
"Did you shave? Or trim?
Used razer for shaving?
Or scissors, big, small?
Did you add a tattoo?
Use cream, perfume? "

Sure, differ the answers,
"On keeping, losing it! "

Like logos and the signs,
For the goods, slogans,
Each trim has own name.

I heard that day before,
Rendezvousing for love,
Parlours were busiest…

Some, I heard,
Had Just shaved,
Some worked hard to sculp,
Some only trimmed it,
Some selected new,
Forms, playful styles,
All was for lust of love,
With quite lot of fun.