Joy of a Leg Man
In the silent heat of lavendered
water she trusts me to plow upon
sacred ground. I spread a film
of aloe cream, glide the razor
up her calf, dip into a tender cove
on the underside of the knee,
slide along the luscious plains
of mid-thigh then return to the next
row of stubble at the ankle to begin
another trip. The kneecap is tricky—
rough ground—the only spot I catch
a stare from a pair of caution lights.
I finish nick-free, less from skill
than technology. After toweling
she bends slightly, hums, smoothes
almond oil balm on glycerin skin.
The scene lures me into a psychic state;
I read shaving fines on the tub’s bottom.
They tell me I will marry this woman
thirty years ago.
Steve Meador’s book Throwing Percy from the Cherry Tree, released by D-N Publishing in 2008, was nominated for several awards, including a National Book Award and a Pulitzer. His poetry has appeared Stirring, Umbrella, Blue Fifth Review, Word Riot, Prism Review, Mipoesias & many others. He has multiple Pushcart nominations. Find him at hangingmossjournal.com