Walking The Dog Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Walking the dog

Not timber, not a lug or a pod; he was nail, a big one
He wore shades and held dog that was forced to stop
As model for artist in painting, motionless in sidewalk
We in car and waiting; our eyes met on and off.

In Moscow was the same with Oleg's walking dog
"She comes too, with her dog; then we both..."
He explained: "Dogs are excuse, families unaware."

She rushed out of the door in her best; looked around
He had gone.
He had lost to waiting and facing our wonder.
But women when aroused make a hell.
She wanted her man/guy
Though wordless one could hear a heart's shout
It throbbed under breasts half exposed
To the left, to the right
He was gone
Her skin, makeup gone, was brown
Desire for a kiss and the arms and after
Can cause shame
Female cats

Finding him in hiding
She turned wind
Then she ran
"Where are you? "

Signs told her:
"The men there, could cause pain"
Must have heard
"Afghans killed for honor."