A Birthday Poem For Roxann Poem by Louise Marie DelSanto

There is jar of daily nourishing creme
and age-defying night cream
on the white-washed pine bureau
beside the Victoria Secret catalog

And my white lace and ruffled nightshirt
still slips off carefully to the floor,
while Saturday vanilla-scented candles
traps moonlight as a smooth shadow on the wall.

But mostly, I hear the mellow music of a sexy
crooner making make me feel the sunlight of a
new day wash carefully over my body,
and then I remember why love means so much to me.