I didn't premeditate this Poem by Sharon Negri.
Actually, I was looking for old `River Photographs.
I rummaged `round Wood Shop. I found no honey.
(I don't know how to single-space. Antietam Review)
* Saturday at the Salon *
I hope Sharon doesn't mind.
I'll respectfully change layout.
The Poem had a comfort-flow.
The 'Antietam Review' closed.
Crystal Brown was the Editor.
I shared a few Black & Whites.
I shush up. I hope you enjoy too.
I've been here for five years now,
and can make a woman look beautiful for a night,
make her believe in her hair, and skin.
I know how to talk to each one,
how to smooth cream
along her cheekbone just right.
Suzanne's one who's always sad,
a darkness in her eyes like a scar that I can't cover,
it's some other place she goes she told me once,
cold and alone, line her lids thinly, give her a shadow
the shade of sapphire before she leaves,
any woman needs to believe in her beauty, you know.
When Jackie''s here, we're fourteen again and afraid
to look at ourselves in a mirror doesn't lie so we talk
about old boyfriends, old cars and the first time.
I tell her we both have strong skin, all honey and bronze.
Nora will always talk to me about her man if I wait,
how he notices strands of red in her braid, his strong
hands circling her back with the rose oil I gave her,
she will tell me these things to thank me,
she will brush my cheek with a kiss
and call me her beauty.
- by Sharon Negri
I really enjoy rummaging `round old clutter.
This Poem was sensually `arousing to farmers.