Civilized

I sit before the mirror
and begin the ritual.
I give myself time
to smooth the lotion

on my face, my neck and shoulders,
then my arms and legs.
The lace vee of my slip
follows the curve of my breasts.

I touch French perfume behind my ears
and knees, on my wrists.
Slowly I brush my hair and check my nails
for the soft pink polish that must be unbroken.

Why then as I look into the mirror
do I not see what I have created with mascara
and lipstick, but something else?
I would not be good for you tonight:

I would strip you naked,
angry and impatient at what civilizes you,
wanting to know the truth of you
so that we are not lonely anymore.

Anne Yohn
June 2000