After Massage Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After massage

In bedroom she had one
-large mirror in her size
-exposing the angel
-attractive, young and firm
-which was she, she, herself.

She had just done her job
-showering grandma
-pouring oil, had massaged
-the wrinkled and weak arms.

Now stared in mirror
-lifting arms, chest forward;
-set fingers in the palms
-forcing fists to be hard,
-she stared at each part
-admired lemons'-size…

Her belly, abdomen
-her hip, eyes, eyebrows
-her lips, chin with dimple
-were flames of stove…

"Go use them before they
-become like grandma's…"

Said a voice that she heard
-making her to shiver.

Stood hair that had shaved
-on her sheens, pits of arms…

Felt shiver in her knees,
-dropped arms, kept running…

Rushed, covered nudity
-sound echoed in her head.

She questioned in wonder:
- "Who is this? "