O
O, to be that curvy woman—
lolling on that sprawling couch
pink as vulva
peaches piled, spilling off coffee table
plate, each like an ombre sunset
rolling from ruby to burnt orange
between tall vases nestled with morning
glory & orchid & gardenia & amaryllis—
they fondle air
then fall & land on table Buddha’s breasts
her rubescent curves gilded a gold
like koi scales flashing on July afternoons
as they breathe water & sun & moment
glide sinuously, open-mouthed,
wriggle in ecstasy, O
~inspired by the art of Alfredo Roldan
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Love the scene you create so beautifully with image and color. That ending line!
Thank you, Karen!