no lipstick
sits upon my dresser top
no long-handled brush
graces my hair
for 100 nightly strokes
bras
panties
nestle neatly
in the upper drawer
in practical cottons
not a bow
or piece of lace
to be found
faint lines around the eyes
silver threaded through
close-cropped hair
betray my age
but do not give away
my tempestuous heart
beating beneath
today’s ironic tee
or my siren soul
that sings
French torch songs
softly to myself
I know that you are
blinded by my
middle-age
tomboy appearance
but passion
longing
are still
a fathomless well
inside my breast
© 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
This piece really has heart. Well done!
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Thank you so much Susan!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Do not be deceived by outward appearances
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This poem details more of a woman than any opposite idea of who a woman may be could ever describe.
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Thank you so much!
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Honest, passionate, real. Loved it.
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Thank you so much John!
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You’re welcome 👍🏻
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