Blush
© Laura Craig Mason 2001

He blushed at my breath
and my soft words
and my ego was stroked.

I ponder the powers
of female mental prowess:
something so ignored
and taken for granted
we could easily rule
with wiles seen as unbecoming
to better women.

The tainted words of
testosterone tongue
won’t rule this flower.
The hard reality of makeup and silicone
can be brushed out
of my sapho painting
comprised of lush round beauty.

I blushed
at his compliment and hand.
We were mutually touched in a soft place