Wednesday, July 22, 2009

When I was a girl.

Memories from my mother's wardrobe.

Once. Only once. Did the tights come out.
The feel of them. The warm all encompassing
caress of nylon hugging leg, thigh, buttocks.
Once. Only once. Did the bra come out.
The feel of it. Tight and secure
cupped around your chest and nipples.
Once. Only once. Did the lipstick come out.
A lick of red across your lips. I was
generally more inclined to be a tomboy.

1 comment:

Jim Murdoch said...

Yes, short and to the point. I like it.

You might want to consider changing 'your lips' to 'my lips' or 'the lips' but that's my only thought. Or are you using 'your' to include the reader as an accomplice?