Old Age Love Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Old age love

His palms are resting place
The hair above neck curled
He shouts:
'I will be born of a hatching machine if I can; not of woman.'
A lightening in the sky of his eyes; nimbus clouds on his lips
Sea waves on his forehead and he roars
Wind in mountains, not a lion anymore:
'Yes I would and...'
In my mind I see him, his past.
Forty years march on the screen, the jokes and fights for fun.
Nothing is the same
Whiter than normal are his small false teeth.
Words shiver slipping through them:
'She cheated me...'
'She' alternates between girlfriend and wife.
A seventeen-year-old-relation with a girlfriend; married with a wavy life.
It is nothing, not at all, simply nothing, invisible ether and fog in the sun.
Wife has just found out
He wrote to her 'You don't deserve a Pilot and General, live with that cripples tailoring labor.'
He talks of his married lover of years; not of wife.
'I wrote to all of her Facebook friends too.'
His arms two wings; they separate and flap
They fan the flame; his corpse fire.
Flames grow high, tall, taller; taller.
He evaporates, a drop in a hot oven
Torn between two women
'I'll never touch a woman, ever.'
He is furnace, fire, colorful, outside frozen snow.
Scarlet flames turn yellow then smoke and death.

'Love at old age betrays.'
I believe what I'd heard.