Beauty
is skin deep
Actually
it’s way deeper than that
Truth
be told never knew I was a poet until you checked me out
Starts
slow
Everything
worth savoring takes its time heating up
You
taught me that as you came from my words and images slathered in duck grease
and my Jewish-Sicilian saliva
Another
poem to add to the ever growing stack
It’s
four hundred and fifty one degrees and we’ve not even set any books on fire yet
I
want to drink Dandelion Wine from
your button as you answer my questions with “maybe” and that soft smile you
always have on the tip of your acrobatic tongue
Beauty
is skin deep
That’s
what they say when they want you to buy one of their overpriced skin products
Your
beauty is so deep I’m afraid to wade in until I check that my passport is valid
and I have some form of identification on me
Happy Birthday America!
Charles Cicirella
7/4/17
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