Beauty’s Kiss
Your
Cherry,
Cherry
Cherubic
lips
I was
touched
by your
fingertips
in scented
oils
we both
were dipped
your touch
without
ever having
touched
hands
hovering just above the skin
sensuous
not
physical
like being
caressed by a ghost
you touched
my ear
neck hair
stands erect
shivers
slide down my spine
like
hearing a song
or
remembering a poem
and how it
made you feel
witnessing
Heaven in a
flower
and how
it made you feel
the
knowledge and beauty in art
something
other-worldly
seeming
dreamlike
Safe
Fantasy
She opens
her black eyes
she sighs
and says she talks to angels
she sits at
the back of the church
talks of
lustful sinners
who
are only lovers
while
secretly
lusting
after the young men
she
belittles with her turned-up nose
in her cosy
chats with the priest
she
furtively glances at his crotch
afraid and
hoping at the same time
that he
does notice and
responds in
a passionate embrace
a safe
fantasy for her to have.
Winter comes
I see through
the horizontal blind
leaves
blowing on the wind
some fall to
the ground
birds
scavenge among them for food
a squirrel
looks around confused
and scampers
up a tree
a woman
struggles hurriedly
pushing her
crying baby in a buggy
telling the
baby to
“hush, hush
now child,
your dinner
will be ready in no time
so just you
hush, hush now baby”
a slight
drizzle begins to fall
gradually
turning into a torrent
the woman curses
under her breath
the child
giggles uncontrollably
throwing one
of the groceries out of the buggy
the mother
exhausted, picks the bread up
and lovingly
kisses the child on the forehead.
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