Whenever I reread today's thread All Is Ready by Nonnie Augustine, I am reminded of my own wish to feel that pure, that self-assured, that intense, that essential, that devoted.

All Is Ready

by Nonnie Augustine

I have bathed in patchouli oil and my heavy hair is lustrous from brushing.  I am wearing my gold ankle bracelets with the ruby charms that my love gave me when we had been married one year.  My robe is fuchsia silk and under it I wear black satin that bares so much of my olive skin. Anise and cinnamon tea is prepared and I have purchased date and nut sweets.  Our home is cool as the breeze from the Bosporus flies through our rooms with the movement of the fans.  Aimee's husky voice drifts through the apartment.  My public garments hang out of sight.  I do not need their black modesty here.  Gold brilliants hang from the veil I wear tonight. He will remove it when I finish my dance.  Or maybe he will not wait for my dance to finish.  My husband will return soon from the dangerous West, and I am ready for him.  We will recline on tasseled pillows and I will tell him of the baby that is growing in my womb; we two will become three. I am happy to be so beautiful, so beautiful for him.

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All Is Ready was first published in Salomé; it won the Glass Woman Prize in 2014; it is also part of Nonnie Augustine's poetry collection One Day Tells its Tale to Another.