Monday, February 25, 2013

chocolate cake

her seven
cats
and three dogs,
three lovers
in three
different cities
did not
distract you
from liking her.
it was her strange
inventive
energy
that kept you
on your toes
and off
your feet,
but there was
a dark side
too, that involved
chocolate
cake after three
lusty
sessions of
making love.
you can still see
her lips lined
with cake crumbs
and icing
as she leaned back
and sighed,
fork in hand.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hate to admit it - love this poem (even with something as benign as "see."