Porcelain Doll
by Jenny Keto
©Gerry Gomez
pale petrified
smile set shines wet
blood let cut red
mouth froze open
voice thought man caught
cocked unspoken
eyes unblinking
set on a shelf
those looking men
winking those hands
longing touching
without thinking
or much asking
they hold her blank
doll face and kiss
her purse doll lips
they close their eyes
two eyes always
open to air all
ways sting to light
always blinds sight
behind a face
so fine a man
would have to break to find.
Own Best Lover
A woman bends over, each finger
soft thistles bristle roll and whistle
along her lilt tilt neck, a neck that
if were strange might prickle shiver
winds blowing dust desert sands.
Hoof kicking, culling cold bare
shafts, like cow licks waltzed slick
in hands, horse drawn hairs near
swishing, kissing such self caress.
No love less fond, fawn wrests,
nest ties with wrists her mink soft
mane, crowns eyes, so glossy deep
unblinking, reflecting lone shallow
self, stones skip watching, wanting
her pond touch to still chilled unrest.
Bio
Jenny Keto is an actress born and raised in Austin, Texas. After living the NYC grind, she returned home to change gears and become a nurse. While taking prerequisite classes at ACC, she stays creative by writing poems and looks forward to the prospect of helping people for a living.
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