she does not wear skirts
carefully, meticulously, artist-like
she prepares her face;
pencil perfect brows
thin and delicate.
mascara flicked on
blush brushed on
lips swathed with red
each hair sprayed into place
she does not wear skirts
without apology
she smiles that seductive smile
her essence leaving a trail
like small whiffs of invitation
as she tosses her shoulder-length hair,
drawing me in
What is this?
What are these chemical stirrings?
she does not wear skirts.
neither do I
anke hodenpijl
October 14, 2012
Wow, this is good! I wasn't expecting the ending so when I went back and re-read it "she does not wear skirts" took a different meaning. I originally read it as "she does not wear skirts" flowed into the next line. When you read it as its own line, that makes the poem's meaning completely different. I hope this comment makes sense. I enjoyed your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for taking the time to read this. Your comment makes much sense to me!
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