coquettishly from French-manicures on elegant grande dames
exchanging gossip over delicately arranged dishes at the Club...
dripping easily off the oiled and muscled bodies that sliced the icy college pool at dawn,
luxuriously from stainless knife as chocolate fancies up congratulatory cake for one who got the job...
dripping sloppily at end of panting tongue on mountainous St. Bernard
waiting in maple's shade for young master's return,
unapologetically from lithe model as she glides across room to take welcome break,
knowing student artists have enjoyed her chaste nudity's pose...
dripping with irony and interest from deliciously endless prose of literary greats
whose very names are linked with sensuality...
poetry collects into glistening puddle on black and white tile floor of the mind,
and if we are not careful,
we may just slip and fall through liquid portal there portrayed,
awakening in another realm.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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