Blue-Blooded Love (Poem)

© Katherine Forbes Photography

Used With Permission

Blue-Blooded Love

Needing a lift
to reach his lips

she stepped into
her wedged-heeled clogs,

taking extra care
to roll up the cuffs

of her slim-leg jeans,
two inches exactly,

so the back buckles —
a modern touch he liked —

might show some hint
of cream-smoothed

ankle he could unwrap
from its bindings.

Her Levis and leather
soft and buttery

yield to his attentions
most every time, just like that

first time his sneakered flat
feet met hers, toe to toe,

behind that corrugated staging
ground for their rendezvous.

Safe from moms' and pops'
and field hands' gaze,

even the window blind
to their nudgings, their kisses

burn another new cyanotype
onto the wall, holding them

fast to their promises.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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I wrote this poem in response to today's One Shoot Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge at One Stop Poetry. Featured there is an interview with portrait photographer Katherine Forbes and the picture prompt that you see above.

Anyone may participate in the challenge. Go here to read the interview conducted by Chris Galford and then scroll down for instructions for the challenge. Be sure to add your link to share your poem or prose piece with the other contributors.