Bellevue, NE, Sarpy
by © Richard J. Budig 1996
Used to be, she'd come down from her bath
In an old red housecoat with no make-up . . .
Natural, feminine, and very earthy.
She'd close the doors, pull the curtains . . .
Shut the house against the uncertain night
So that it was just me and her,
Safe and secure in our fortress of light.
It was a special time for me . . . seeing her
Without paint, potions, lotions and nostrums.
Without all the trimmings and accents.
What I saw was what I got . . .
A woman who glowed with an inner light,
Whose eyes danced without liner,
Whose face shone without make-up,
Whose body smelled clean and fresh,
Whose breath was milky like a cat.
I liked to cuddle with her then,
I liked it when her scent washed over me,