CRAIG

Apéritif

 Great art is inspired

     by the sub-conscious,

 

she nonchalantly mused,

lying naked on the pink comforter,

sipping Pastis and water,

head propped on her palms,

a tiny glowing sphinx reading poems

with Cleopatra lips.

 

I half listen,

knowing the words,

knees at her waist,

molding child-like cleavages with id,

tracing illusions

in firm, tan, sand of spine.

  • Author: CRAIG (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2022 04:28
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