Friday, April 4, 2008

Thursday Afternoon

Thursday Afternoon

We wander behind the basket, you and I
Special on spaghetti noodles
Pepsi products priced as marked
Doris to register nine

I am the too-tall woman with the wild black mane
You, the married mom with a secret flame
A rainbow in a loaf of Wonder Bread
I am thinking of the night you said,
"I want interlocking female symbols tatooed on my hip"
As you kissed my ear
Sucked my lip

Emily chatters about the things she sees
I make a face at James and he laughs for me
And there among the potatoes and the pears,
You squeeze my fingers
Stroke my hair
And in that moment, my world is perfect
I am your "gem", your baby, your eager bride

And then it's back to
Special on spaghetti noodles
Pepsi products priced as marked
Doris to register nine.
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5 comments:

Cynthia said...

Ah, yes the romantic afternoon
market tryst, a very engaging
poem Shay.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, Cynthia, as always.

Jess said...

I loved this poem too. The first line reminded me of a T.S. Eliot poem I read recently:The Lovesong of Alfred J. Prufrock. It's one you should certainly read if you haven't already. I adore your poetry, Shay. And I regret not commenting on them sooner. You have such a vivid mind.

Fireblossom said...

Oh yes, "dare I eat a peach?" The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock was one of the first poems that made me love poetry.

Thanks, Jess, for your kind comments. Please be sure to let me know any time you post new photographs on your blog!

flipside records said...

I also love that Eliot poem ... and this one; so very sad. Favorites:

"I am the too-tall woman with the wild black mane
You, the married mom with a secret flame"

"As you kissed my ear
Sucked my lip
Emily chatters about the things she sees
I make a face at James and he laughs for me"

"And there among the potatoes and the pears,
You squeeze my fingers
Stroke my hair"