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…
the freshly broken earlobe sings
succulent first notes of a forgotten melody…
© Zelda Reville