Pale rosaries and picture glass poems
hanging by a steel pinprick of a nail
above my headboard, a woven white
angel on my night stand.
Cold fingers- my oily prints on the
windows and plastic antique jewelry
touching the pearls (fake) and rhinestone
pins, arranged as birds or butterflies or
To Me; She was Pansy pink lipstick (too thick) and
Eyes darkened by smoothing robin's egg blue on too tan eyelids.
(if that's possible)
She was cigarette smoke –heavy and purple-
and powder on that round soft pillow, peach,
for covering up ugly marks on your nose.
In Pictures; She is movie-star, super-model beautiful
ebony locks and jaw dropping gazes, stunning
Smiles, all captured in weathered sepia photos and
airbrushed-color black and white snapshots.
She is timeless.