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CHOCOLATE SAUCE

deep
dark
melted
chocolate
oozing through fingers
the sauce cascades from the fountain
flowing over voluptuous curves
a treat to lips
open mouthed
licking
me
dry

WEDDING BOUQUET

plans
dashed
dreams crushed
memories
like the dried flowers
on the top shelf collecting dust
hidden behind the bowling ball,
the pair of old skis-
I closet
my heart,
now
stilled

MARDI GRAS

Drunk—
shirt
lifted
bare my breasts
for the world to see—
those screaming hordes at Mardi Gras
What was I thinking!
But oh boy!
Look at
my
beads!




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