Touching Silk
Between pink painted lips
you whispered
slanted - flirting eyes
stared - bending your knees
slightly twisting your body –
a vanilla Tootsie Roll machine.
Miniature stars glittered
in moonlight - you raised
your long white
gloved arm to wave –
moonlight shined
in baby blue eyes
At the auto shop
I watched men
slap your ass as they
prepared to brace ice and snow
to “filler up.”
In the basement a picture
hangs collecting dust -
Marilynn bent over touching silk
her head flung back slightly
tilted to the right
she was laughing.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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DID YOU EVER WONDER WHAT BROUGHT YOU HERE?
2 comments:
That's lovely! I especially like the last stanza, it could almost stand alone as a story itself.
You are right, I never did see that before. Thanks for the extra time in a busy life you have to come here and read some work. I really mean it when I say I appreciate it. Few ever comment. Many read! Thanks. And post some work at got poetry if you like, on Facebook, new! It was started by my publisher. Take a look. Its open and free to the public. Sincerely again, Nancy
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