The Unfamiliar Woman I Woke Next To Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I won't nitpick your poem
but would love to peek at your shoulder.
I visualize it milk-white

the way romantics used to write
about it projecting coquettishly forward.
When you mention morning crèmes

and subsequent facial metamorphosis
I laugh
remembering my not so distant middle age
waking next to an unrecognizable woman

I didn't recall meeting the eve before.
So goes my observations and
imaginary chuckling.

And yes, the title of your poem
is like a titled painting.
Princely!

Another lovely write for you
and an expanded inspiration for me
to pay homage
with my highest admiration.