Hi, there!! In case you haven’t heard, April is National Poetry Month, so all month I’ve been posting original poems. Times being what they are, I’ve wanted to post poems that are fun and/or funny! This week’s offering fits both categories well. Enjoy!
The music is salty
like dry roasted peanuts.
I come downstairs
wearing my Aunt Ruth’s
purple velvet dress.
He smells like jazz piano
his mouth tastes blue.
I twirl before the mirror
remembering how
I used to stuff
this beaded bodice
with scarves;
now I fill it out myself.
Geez–I look good,
I say in amazement,
running my spicy hands
over my waist and hips.
He laughs.
He likes me bold as black coffee:
I will keep him awake
all night.
Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash.
Beautiful poem, Nancy. Missing you❤️❤️❤️
thanks so much, Barbara!! Miss you too, and hope you and your family are well!