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Five decades
She begins to arise
She stretches her stiff muscles
And yawns awake
I greet her warily
yet
Longingly
Like the sister I never had
And never knew I wanted
She is curry while I am raita
The yes to my no
The no to my yes
But more than this
She wears tacky jewelry
She paints her toenails midnight purple
She buys strange spices she can't pronounce
and throws them in her potions
She dreams of kissing girls
Half a century
She slept
She slept
The weight of obligation her blanket
Her eyelids tied shut with apron strings
She is a sesame pod
With the slightest touch
She will burst open
and explode
and explode
She is ready
I inhale her heady perfume
submitted for Theme Thursday
14 comments:
Really good!
Anna :o]
Wow... insatiable. Depth found beyond the long sleeping moments, blossoming into new flavors.
Nicely done.
I like the evolution of the relationship. And I REALLY LOVE "Her eyelids tied shut with apron strings."
Great gripping post, I savored and rushed to read more at the same time.
Had me wondering who "she" was. Loved it. Well done!
hmmm nice!!! ready to explode :)
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She sounds like a free spirit to me, you've captured wonderful aromas with your words here.
That's brilliant, I love it!
A meticulously crafted poem - I was wondering who this 100 year old lesbian was! The stanza breaks work very well.
This is a moving poem. I sense her arising in the pacing of the stanzas, until she ultimately arrives at the brink of explosion. Very nice work.
the weight of obligation her blanket, wow...i like that...let her come forth...
Oh gosh I like this, the unbuttoning.
Wow- this is grand- flows really well! Thanks.
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