it was the nose
much more than a simple rose
enlarged and bulb-like
and smelling sex
on a hot afternoon
when the teenager came home from school
curiously too soon
to pose in an erotically green chair
combing Picasso's thinning hair
with her friendly hips,
taking long satisfied sips
with an innocence beyond her years,
exhibiting minimal fears
if any
about the bouncing balls on a nearby beach
constantly in motion,
but never out of reach.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please leave your thoughts.