LESSONS MAMA NEVER TAUGHT
I love your body.I know the hills and vales,
softer now we're older.
I'm bolder, inhibitions gone.
Mama's strong lessons stored.
I'd be bored with chastity.
I love the way you smell, musty
yet sweet, like dusty wine.
I smell your presence in every room,
the cloves in spice cake,
pungent sage for fragrance sake.
Mama, my cupboard isn't bare.
I love the way you taste
where your mouth crinkles.
Gentle wrinkles that smile twice.
Salty-sweet taste, sharp and nice.
Mama, you were wrong;
sex is no vice.
Lila Borg Rohrer