The Aurora Review

Summer 2005

Love Poem II
by Ariane Bolduc

Why shouldn’t I admit
it was me
lying
on the bed, my legs
spread
for him, on his knees?

Why shouldn’t I
tell you
he held a razor in one hand
and with the other,
smoothed
foaming white cream
into the hair
curling thick between
my thighs?

I liked the hair,
didn’t want to be
bare,
but wanted the trust
it took
to let him make me be
as I hadn’t been
since girlhood –

unveiled, at last
seen.