A poem inspired by
this post by the adorable Lady Pandorah
http://ladypandorah.com/2013/11/10/good-morning-sunshine/
To the world you are
immaculate:
clothes chic, unique; jewellery
just so, no more; make-up
merely defining what
is
already there; and
that
wonderful hair so
carefully coiffed—the
touchstone of your
public self.
So I am blessed to see
that hair so
beautifully
dishevelled as your
flushed face emerges
from the
rucked sheets, a sly
smile on your
sweaty face, a faint
trickle of my pleasure
serving as lipstick.
Goodness me, this is a delightful read. Thank you for the gracious nod in my direction.
ReplyDeleteI think that most people who have such a manicured exterior need to let their hair down with the right person.
This is one of my favorite poems of yours!
ReplyDeletexxPenny