It’s Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub and it’s been far too long since I was able to read the poems of my fellow poets located all over the world – or since I posted something myself. Looking forward to a fun weekend of reading and commenting!
I need someone to make me beautiful
where/when I can’t believe it on my own.
No powdered dab of make-up hand
or magic twirl of mascara wand.
I died for beauty…
I need a word or – better still –
an intake of disbelieving breath
when I enter a room
or descend a stair.
Eat men like air…
I need my beauty reflected in the glow
of homecoming eyes.
When cameras and scales, dresses and youthful stares
conspire to strip
the dignity of remembered lines
of beauty past,
when flesh once succulent of gestures turns to rust
and spread is more than just another word for jam —
I need someone to notice
the worlds I still contain.
She walks in beauty, like the night…
Someone to find the marrow
of memory unsucked, unchanged – in me, in us, in life.