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Click hereeyelashes and brow
were designed to shield eyes
from sand winds that blow
across our ancient desert
today I pluck the brow
extend the lash
with tweezer and wand
I smooth the skin to
milk maiden tender and add
a wide-eyed sweet blush of surprise
this draws you near:
you breathe the fruit scented promise
of a feigned youth
you growl in my ear
as I lean forward,
lifting slow my hips tease
"Oh you are such a good girl,
Hmm? You like to please Daddy?"
I am hairless, wax smooth
your fingers slide easy between
my tightness
and lollipop lipgloss on your tongue
takes you backseat
forty years
a box of brunette waits
to hide my gray,
another part of this fool's game
Cold cream, warm cloth, starlight, sleep.
I already feel tomorrow's sand
in my eyes.
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Survivor poem
Trigger# 15
Poet's Choice
without the whole falling to bits. Maybe there's a word or line I'd change in it, but as a whole it's a solid poem and I don't follow Greenmountain's aesthetics. The poem made me think about the silliness and seriousness of how a woman has to present herself in our culture.
I was very intrigued by this but somewhat bewildered at the conclusion of it. Here goes my read of it for what it’s worth: I actually liked it very much without the first stanza and last two lines in the last stanza in which case the “fool’s game” for me was resisting the aging process, this life force within us that seeks beauty and tries, sometimes vainly, to hold on to it the way it once was, rather than re-define it in the context of our current reality (e.g., growing old gracefully). With the 2 mentioned stanzas, I wondered if the fool’s game had more to do with your partner but the metaphors of sand and desert didn’t contribute sufficiently for me if that was the case. However, I’m stilling thinking about it, which is what good poems are supposed to make you do. I really like your work and read all of your postings.