House of Heart

Molten wax streams down the copper sconce onto the night stand as  you light my cigarette and  proceed to pour  your   unholy green trinity of wormwood, fennel, and anise into a fine crystal goblet.   Holding the spoon gently to my lips I impudently turn away.  I do not touch your concoction until you feign fascination with the mundane anecdote I consider trivial enough to share.   Several sips later we lean back casually into your brocade cushions and in a somewhat dreamier state you attempt to distract me  with  details of your recent dalliance with a french contemporary artist until I  dismiss it with an apathetic yawn.  The embodiment of elegance you  smile and arch your brow, once again  hold the spoon gently to my lips and in your impossibly delectable rhythm whisper that my hair and fair skin so near stirs your mind with  arousal and my…

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4 thoughts on “Absinthe

  1. This was wonderful the first time I read it. It’s better the second time around, although I never read your poems or prose only once. xoxo

    Okay, being diligent to my paperwork, I have logged into Art Gowns. I’m working on the post. Eeeeee!
    (Honestly, I think I have only about 8 more hours of paperwork to finish in 3 days)
    I just must plug in that video!
    Sending link and password!

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