Louise Marie DelSanto
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.
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