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PROCESS OF UNDRESSING AND THE LETTER.

Poetry By: dadio
Poetry



TWO GIRLS AND THEIR LIVE AND LOVE AND HAUNTING PAST


Submitted:Sep 10, 2012    Reads: 45    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Bernice watches
as Ariadne undresses,
the fingers holding
and unzipping the jeans,
the letting fall, the kick

of foot sending the jeans
flying across the room.
Then the lifting of hem
of the I LOVE NEW YORK
tee shirt over the red

haired head, flinging
across a chair that is
standing there. Ariadne
stares and pokes out
her tongue. Had your look?

she says, doing a turn in
her underwear and bra.
Studying, I'd say, Bernice
replies, taking a mental note
of the matching pale blue

of underclothes, the small
breasts, the scars of cigarette
burns of a violent past, soft
neat arse as Ariadne turns
around, some ballerina making

the moves and one leg positions.
Then Ariadne hums a melody
as she takes off the panties
and bra, twirling above her head
like some stripper on a stage

of a back street club. The lights
are now out, a sound of bedsprings,
a voice saying: your hands are cold,
ah yes, that's better, and Bernice
breathing deep, recalling her father's

unkind letter, the words about that
queer bitch, the lesbian whore and so
on and so, word after word, page after
page, black ink, his rage. Ariadne settles
her lips to Bernice's breast, the posh

perfume lingers, the moon pushing
through a slit in the shutters, soft mutters,
the letter burnt, the ashes scattered,
just the love and this embrace is all
that matters and ever mattered.





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