NaPoWriMo – 4/1/18 Day 1

Theresa’s Wings

Midnight blue silk
Clings like smoke to
her hips and thighs
She doesn’t intend to sit down
Or fraternize with many
Or eat the sushi or crab
Or discuss babies and dogs
Or dance with strangers

Her back-pleated jacket
Polite camouflage
Expands like lungs
Preparing for flight
Sequins float
Cloud like
Random and silent
From beneath the pleating

Razor sharp stilettos reveal
Golden toes that peek out
Like curious children
Dancing as she moves
Lifting a glass of wine
Amber like the Moon
Visible is they’re real tattooed
At the tip of her right pinky finger
So tiny only a lover would see
Someone who knows her terrain
Who has night vision
Who is unafraid

There are first times
When the heat in the back of
Your neck overwhelms
When your own skin aches
When your mouth craves truth
When your power is impossible
To contain and you hear it cracking
Like the sound of bridal bone lace unzipping

Truth needs its moment
The time is never when we’re alone
Always where the world can be
In awe or dislike
Theresa’s hands steady and guided
Pop the buttons on her jacket one
By one as a whoosh fills the room and
She exhales



Green Not Hazel 
@jacqualine-marie2018