Shower Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shower

With ladies, together
We stand, take shower.

I am fully dressed
They vary, different.

Some stand in the rows,
Some gather in circles,
Some joining as crowd.

All of them united
-resemble the soldiers
-of army; war-ready.

Some covered as I am,
Some nymphet or pageant,
Some brave, full-naked…

Showering, wet, stare
-at nicest-ever-curves
-and find them erotic.

On and off send them kiss
-in reply they give leaves
-to glide and fly in the air,
-left to right and reverse
-till they land on my face,
-eyebrows, lips and head.

All of us soaked, drench
-from the rain shower
-yet have fun, pleasure.

They, the Autumn-Trees
-blind me and tie me
-mesmerised, wondering.

Feel lucky, lost, drunk
-among these colourful
-and humble miracles
-and my heart is beating.