This poem was published in my 1st collection, Baltimore Girls.
Ok, so it’s a love/sex poem.
But the real drama, sex , drama and scandal, comes in my forthcoming book, The Glamorganshire Bible. It’s not so much about the bible from Wales and more about the scandals a young woman of twenty endured, living in Cumberland Maryland in the early 20th century, and finding herself pregnant (in 1911) and unmarried.
To pre-order–by March 23– go to Finishing Line Press, here.
Making Love to You Was Like Peeling
Making love to you was like peeling
An onion. I teared up, holding the knife’s edge
Against paper-thin layers, pulled them
Away, one by one by one. I knew I must
Get to the tender parts of you, underneath.
Making love to you was like scraping
The hairy root vegetables, bright carrots,
The pale parsnips, the knife blade flat
Against the tubers- I needed strong hands
To hold you, to interlace my fingers with yours
To show you how desperate I was.
At night, after sex, I should have been exhausted
But I heard you turn on the shower, call
To me to join you. Afterward, I enfolded you in
A rose-colored towel big enough for two.
It was like rinsing tender lettuces in the sink,
Wrapping them in cloth to dry.
If you like this, you’ll LOVE the poem in The Glamorganshire Bible. Please pre-order! Thanks,