Metamorph
All the women share the same space
This is where I watch my mother transform/
Where she she pulls the black as night mascara
through her lashes/ lines her eyes with after dark/
paints her supple lips with "don't touch me" brown/
or "I'll call my own cab" red/
She places a sweet smelling oil between her breasts/
and behind her ears/ runs her experienced hands over
the curves in her dress/ checks out her own ass.
This is where I watch myself transform/
Wipe off the cheap mascara from my fragile lashes/
scrub the tar from my water line/ and smear the lipstick
of my choice/
I peel off my dress/ and I wash the sweet smelling oil
from between my breasts/ and behind my ears/ I do not
run my hands over the curves of my body/ I do not look
at my own ass/ try not to look at myself at all/
This is where the women transform.
About the Creator
DaisythePoetess .
Writing is my passion...
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