Today, I want to share more joy of my Thing’s Philtrum, publication of another poem in my forthcoming collection of poetry, Shawsheen Memorial Broom Society The poem “Shawsheen Philtrum Temptation” (Is it ever!)
has just been published in Jacar
SHAWSHEEN PHILTRUM TEMPTATION:
The way you stand there
You are nothing but temptation, even
Your philtrum reaching your upper lip, pulling
it upwards on the left, slight rise I also
Love, mouth wink, your hair is grayer than this,
So white I would imagine those snows around
Uncle T’s cabin, you have also called me T, I even told
You how to pronounce my name; you wanted to be sure,
You were pronouncing it correctly, thereafter typing it
So that I could see that you were saying it correctly
In your mind where it really counts
And I know that I have spoken, well written, Love more
Than any sacred book allows, wasn’t difficult considering
What I feel, one Kiss filling your philtrum and dripping
Sweetest tallow ever, landing drop by luscious drop
At your feet then begins to climb you, sweet wines also red
Arteries like string candy licorice, sugar extractions into
A kind of glass, a climb my hands and mouth make, sugar casing
Sweeter each centimeter of you, toes to top of your head, sugar chrysalis
That you are also all in, such wrapping even more inviting than philtrum
I remember those “Eat-It-All” cones, but never one six-feet-tall, but
Here it is before me, so I follow the embossed directions and Eat all
Of You: Sunday Phitrum Brunch.
Now as many of you know, I am so in love with this man, and my bookshelves are so much like his: Uncanny isn’t it? Even didgeridoos!
Next month I will be 65, and still in Love for the first time in my life, and I have enjoyed every moment I have known him, 30 years. He, my Thing, will be 71 in March.
And his Philtrum is no doubt one of the sexiest features of him. I know, for I have tasted his philtrum. Delicious I must say, like the rest of him. There is no part of him that isn’t tasty
Me, wearing my Thing’s hat
I love this hat because it’s his.
Yes, I am aging, and as you can see, I wear no make-up; I want to be 100% natural for him with my multiracial self. All my hair is rooted in my scalp! No weave no wig, no extensions for I don’t need them. My Thing never has to worry about my hair coming off.
And I have never been on a diet, no need for that either!
Aren’t we the couple?
The Joy of this Thingdom as expressed by Blackstreet:
Joy by Blackstreet: