Is Legal Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Is Legal

Rang the bell, she opened
-in her eyes two oceans
-her lips formed flower
-and the smell of heaven
-in the dawn of summer…

Handed her what I must
-she received and replied.

Great was encounter
-with her in door's panel.

Her smile was chiseled
-in my mind; forever …

What is life if not hell
-when there is no friend?

She could be best-ever.

We spoke of our lives
-Hussein was in my thoughts.

NYC by a bridge; he stood
-and smoked when police
-suddenly handcuffed him.

Later was deported
-directly to Tehran
-where he was all alone…

Shared nothing with parents
-neither with time's culture…

So, ended in the jail
-and that is where we met.

We spoke English;
-his, great, as could be:
- "There, pot was illegal,
-guilty went behind bars! "

Soon after, our meeting
-had cracks on his heels!

Standing here with
-an angel, smiling
-feel trance, in Tehran
-all the way, behind bars
-for having done no wrong.

I spent enough time
-to see and learn a lot
-about our real life.

I saw ups and the downs
-rain, cloud, and sunshine;
-devoted were friends,
-and "Lice" were officers…

"You want some? "
-she asked and in no time
-a joint was in the bag.

She kept me confused;
-about name, true, false!

Yet, never, will ever
-forget her behavior.

(Giving and Generous
-her smile, flawless
-a bud in silver dawn.)

This poem is for her
-regardless of her name.

We spoke from sides
-of the door, its frame.

Our words, all, heart to heart
-did not need further touch
-so, had a simple hug
-to stamp our "Goodbye."