Similar Yet Different Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Similar Yet Different



End of day my goat came with shepherd
Containers of warm milk were her breasts
This woman on hands-knees; is the same
What's hanging from her chest is full-fed
She is wild when she looks; and her hair
Pitch black as was night in desert; a bless
And her ears', and her neck's ointments
Reminders of large bell on goat's neck
There are things different; eyes, iris
Latters dark and formers jade-green
This woman is my goat; but those lips
And her face, sort of round; attractive
My feelings can't be same; sure varied
I wonder what of hers makes me creep.

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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