"Bed & Breakfast" by Marion K. Dunn

Bed & Breakfast

she sleeps stretched across antique brass
long
statu-
esque
legs
end
where my kingdoms come
ivory skin with lips
& nails polished scarlet
considerable curls
shroud nippling space
Solomon's doves cleave
& return
as her exhale rustles down
these mounds are my perfection
flushed cheeks draw a smile
& I remember
the sparks
the fire
the after burn
I covet closeness
but instead
I sit across
wing-backed
& unadulterated
in the aroma of her:
rose
musk
vanilla
& a taste of plum
just watching her bare breath
& smugly I know tonight
this beloved is solely mine
while a disregarded diamond
shines like Cassiopeia's twinkle

Marion K. Dunn

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