© 2006  Marianne Vincent

BREAD

I make bread

while you love

her

not knowing what else to do

I punch the dough

a hundred times

till it is smooth

and dimple

free

I wait as it

rises

never thinking it could

fall

it bakes

to perfection

the aroma

intoxicates

and comforts

at night when you return

I will smell only the

bread

and not the odor of

infidelity

and you will feast on the

loaves

instead of me

HUNGER

I watch from the corner of my

eye

as the sleeveless boy shows

young muscles rippling

like wind in the dessert

remembering

a lifetime ago

when the other one was

beautiful

legs tight and strong

he would chase

me

I would fly

as he twirled me

around

and around

with his strength

and I would hold his

arms

hungry for his perfection

my own body is

changing

so I do not

judge

it is summer and the

magnolia have gone away

and the autumn will bring

an aging bloom

to the beautiful boy

THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA

I sit

exposed

the summer sun

burning

head tilted back

facing the clouds

ready to worship

orange oil covers my

bronzing skin

the smell of mango

permeates the air

and I inhale the rays

as if they were

addictive

counting the minutes

between breezes

occasionally misting my

thirsty exterior

with ice cold

water

running to the mirror

I check the results

admiring the lines

so white in comparison

I dress scantily

arms and legs for all

to see

brown as berries

shimmering in the

moonlight

tomorrow I will wear

the pink bikini

from 10 till 2

vulnerable and powerless

in the solar shower

this is my job

till September

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