- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Nailed
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Click hereThere was this woman
at the hair salon in Iowa City.
(I forget her name),
but she gave great
manicure, rubbed my arms,
I almost saw god,
and she painted my nails
OPI Tahitian Sunset,
kind of orangy pink and shaped
just so, you know?
She rubbed my toes
and painted them, too.
It was a beautiful relationship.
I loved that woman until
she talked me into layers.
It took three damn years,
but my hair is long again,
although my nails
are momentarily
undone.
- COMMENTS
Sappholoversover 19 years agoThis is a fun, amusing poem. I like how "Nailed" creates resonance among the art and design of a fingernail, a poem and a haircut. My favorite line (besides the color of the nail polish) is the one suggesting the beauty and power of a caring human touch--skin against skin--even when it's between a manicurist and her client.
doormouseover 19 years agoYou and tara sicken me. In a good way :)
You both have this talent to portray even the most nonsensical topic into great poetry.
I'll just sigh and dibble. Great job as usual hon :-)
dm xoxox
DeepAsleepover 19 years agoI loved this, if only because I've sat next to so many girls who've gotten bad advice from their manicurist.
Well, not only because... Awesome poem.
tarablackwood22over 19 years ago...a great read! Just a ball going through this....made me smile and smile.
fawnieover 19 years agoi went for a manicure a couple weeks ago..
i asked the gal if i got a 50% discount because she was only doing 1 hand..she laughed with me and said it was on the house. lol
sweet poem hun!
