Lily
(photograph by Ian Cameron)
Not the lilies, their November tongues or clitoral folds
or her almond shaped eyes that follow the camera lens,
but something about the stems strapped to thigh, how
hands buckle down the gnarled, uneven stalk each length
locked in the hiatus of hips; lips profiled with irony say
with vagina and sass you can go a long way and some…
Satin ruched over her best points like a minimalist gorge.
Art in the corners of her mouth breathes a private sigh.
Michelle Cahill
(First appeared in 4W, Issue 18)
www.ipoz.biz/titles/ac.htm
http://www.mascarapoetry.com/
(photograph by Ian Cameron)
Not the lilies, their November tongues or clitoral folds
or her almond shaped eyes that follow the camera lens,
but something about the stems strapped to thigh, how
hands buckle down the gnarled, uneven stalk each length
locked in the hiatus of hips; lips profiled with irony say
with vagina and sass you can go a long way and some…
Satin ruched over her best points like a minimalist gorge.
Art in the corners of her mouth breathes a private sigh.
Michelle Cahill
(First appeared in 4W, Issue 18)
www.ipoz.biz/titles/ac.htm
http://www.mascarapoetry.com/
