Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

cleopatra’s apron

he told me
it was that sexy little upturned swish
at the corner of my amber eyes
the curve i sometimes place
at the edge of my eyeliner

which told him
that i had both the flour sifting power
to bake him the perfect cake

or command my egyptian armies
to cut off his empire’s
holy roman grain supply

3 replies on “cleopatra’s apron”

Great work. I really like the way you think about everyday things and turn them into pieces of art. Keep up the good work.

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