Priscilla Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Priscilla

Never dared to call you as I do
That is over, it is anew.

Always said “Professor” with respect.

Now cancel prior, preserve the latter:
Priscilla
Priscilla
Priscilla

You came in my dreams
(Like always mainly red
Even your lipstick.)

Suddenly you turned right
Your lips set against mine.

You kept them for long time
Glued them…long, too long.

Priscilla
Priscilla
Priscilla

You meant it in your mind.