Ear Piercing

Kohl-lined eyes;
a surgically sewn button nose.
Neck wrinkles? No, more like rings of Venus –

Bitten blueberry pout;
the slow brush against unsure skin.
A blue latex-gloved hand smiles, undulating.

The familiar smell of stinging antiseptic:
cold, clinical, full of expectations –
then the crack of pain

as the piercing gun breaks the skin.
A gentle coo: kisses first,
then urgent promises.

Ugly deed all over, poignancy
echoes warmth and loss in equality.
Here, have a sweet to ease your pain…

Clinging, forlorn;
the freshly broken earlobe sings
succulent first notes of a forgotten melody…

© Zelda Reville



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