Arrows Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Arrows

Aphrodite is Venus
Venus is beauty
Endless Sea

Pyramids, treasures
Must be searched to be found
Discovered, revered, admired

Ataxia
Pleasure
Eudemonia

Coming in from colder
Parts of her contracted
Obvious on the chest

Bud-like are the nipples
Are at war with the bra
Rebellious sharp arrows

Indians in Western
With John Wayne
They ambush; I hear

My look is
Arrested, prisoned
Sherriff is my ethic

Peeping Tom
With the warmth
They are gone

Just two hills
The sand dunes
Formed Round, Soft...

Heart in pain for arrows,
Where are they?