-Edna, the aunt from Down North-

Aunt Edna had a full head of hair 

So-to-speak,— spray-fixed high
Like a cone-load in bleached-blonde cotton candy.

Edna was remote and mysterious with

Rasputin-like eyes curtained in sticky,
Black fans of eyelash.

She was mildly plump of body

And the top of her nylon stockings

Could be seen as she crossed

Her powerful legs while sitting on the couch

Whenever she came over for coffee, anisette cookies
And a quick visual violation.

From my preferred position on the rug

The view of her was whatever
My wandering eyes could get to.

Sometimes I’d inch my way in her direction
By free-wheeling my poisonous, lead-bodied hook n' ladder

Closer to the couch and her open-toe heels
Then slithering along the rug to ground zero
And Edna's good parts.

Some said she seemed more French than Italian.

Eventually, Edna would leave for home but not before
Bending toward the rug in order to plant
A drenched, red-lipped kiss upon my forehead as I patted her ass

With an affectionate-looking goodbye hug.