Girl In Green Poem by Bill Cushing

Hair bobs around a face
of Nefertitian beauty:
She sits with an arm
draped over the arm
of a chair,
her green sleeve bends
from the stiff leaves
of a potted plant
shooting out of a clay urn.

Another sits, leaning
against the wicker, resting
her chin on a bended knee-
her eyes closed
and placid.

The girl in green
runs a hand
through the shoulder-length hair
of the other.

I feel that hand scratch
through my hair, the nails
separating the greying ends,
the tips of her fingers
resting
as if on my skin.

My neck cranes at the touch.