You’re in my closet again
trying on my heels
coaxing my jeans to shrink
to just under
I have a face for you
golden fish eyes
a sassy little smack
and a painted
you wouldn’t know me otherwise
I drank a tube of toothpaste
a bottle of Kracken
coerced my female intuition
your rough clutch
my finger tips
dressing them in frilly little
then my neck
choked with the devil’s diamonds
you kneel down
lips to my naked knee
kiss of approval
I am ready.
Wow, vibrant feeling from your words…You have a great way with words and visual imagery. Love it….you can describe anything so beautifully, I’m just awed….:)
The mask we wear for the world outside. The costume we don to play our part in society. The hiding of our true selves. Just in case they don’t like us.
just in case….*sigh*
Lady Marilyn Kay Dennis, my thanks to you for reading and commenting. I appreciate you!
So visceral. Almost frightening.
Unsubtle and erotic. Evokes a masculine reaction, although I’m not about to grope your closet and try on your heels. 🙂
This is beautiful. Truly. Loved. It. Heather
Like many of your other poems Maggie, one of the qualities that engages me is the sinister physicality of the smallest details you choose to describe. The fingertips for example. Made me look at my hands!
I am so jealous I have just spent all morning in my wardrobe and nothing remotely exhilarating wanton has happened! ;(
LOL…look underneath your clothes 😉
Excellent vivid piece
Perhaps a loaner would do in my closet? Unusual reality.
I read all of them up until this one, this is my favorite. You’re painting portraits with your poetry, and it’s chillingly beautiful.