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.
by Nonnie Augustine
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.