Nini Winters

see her as if for the very first time

protruding hips, sweet as two loaves
together in a pan, just out of the oven

I'd been focused upon expression on her face
laced with sadness
wanted little/nothing
to do with it, with that, with this

that though not all that she's about
not the sum of the matter, of what matters

sweetness stored in anatomy elsewhere

see it swelling, bursting
like what is baking or like what is ripening

flying insects, sweet mouth, each with a sweet tooth
will gather, hover, make a halo

compete for what's sweet tasting, sweet smelling
that is if I fail to get there first, that is if I fail to pick her


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
7:08 p.m. 27.10.09