Whenever We Make Love

I wear a young woman’s body,
my skin taut and burning bright,
scrubbed clean with a loofah,
the scent of lavender or rose
tucked away like a handkerchief
in all the places I want you to touch.
It’s not an illusion, even if I could
stand behind a curtain and pull it off,
more like an infusion of everything
I’ve come to know, the slow curve
of my hip bone descending to waist.
It’s all there–the scars and wrinkles,
the way my skin pleats up and down my arm.
But whenever we make love, they disappear.
I wear a young woman’s body.

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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