Bonnie Manion Poem - A Red Blouse

On a once-a-year writing retreat,
I opened up to a young conferee
smiling my way inclusively.

What you need is a sexy red
nightgown, she said. Nail polish.
Some pampering before bed.
Warming to her subject, Wear
brighter colors, she purred. You
have nice legs. They're muscular,
I demurred. Her reply, That's good.

So I headed for the street, saw
a vintage botique called Revival
and stepped inside to find mine.
I found a see-through red blouse
of ruffled crepe.

At the sight of those frills I felt
a thrill, saw myself cherished
again. Sensed the grace of
our years dropping like clothers
from lovers hungry to unite
with each other.

published in Bellowing Ark

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