Yikes. Word Press just informed me that I have 846 followers. Thanks to those of you who have hung in there with me in the absence of any word from me since June. I will try to be a more reliable with my posts – starting today.
Here is a poem that appeared in the most recent issue of Wilde Magazine. Not my usual subject matter or style. Poets note- Wilde Magazine is accepting submissions and seems to like “edgy” – if I can ever really call my writing edgy.
American Beauty
She’s a stripper who tends
her roses, thorn and petal.
Common pinks, late-blooming
yellows, black beauties, finicky whites.
Red, she loves.
Wears it on her lips and
fingertips to please herself
and sophisticated men.
Men who feign disinterest
at the uptown club
where she struts her stuff.
Out walking tonight,
in red hot jeans,
she stops to admire
her reflection in a shop
window. Praises herself
lovely. Freshens her lipstick.
Moves on.
A man watches.
She’s seen him around.
A quiet guy, even tonight
when he grabs her arm,
tongue against her teeth,
pelvis on her thigh,
right there on the street.
She bites hard.
His tongue bleeds.
Painted nails dig deep.
Red runs down his cheek.
For a moment
he can’t see.
She’s four blocks gone
when he finds his voice
and screams “cock-tease! ”
There’s blood on the thigh
of her jeans.
The colors are close—
hardly a mark
once the fabric dries.
She wonders if the stain
will set. Buys an appliqué
in the Chinese market.
Satin roses, red of course,
and a needle,
curved to pierce the fabric
but not the skin.
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sallybellerose 
Nice! – Thank you.
lad you liked it – thanks for saying so – sallyb
Well – as fellow writer, I know how important it is to get get told when people like your work.
I will post on my FB.
Regards!
much appreciate you posting on fb –
Sally, this is a VIVID piece. I love your writing.
xheidi
Thanks Heidi – great to hear – not my usual – whatever I mean by that. Let us know when you start your blog.