Musings by The Poet Loriet
Formal Wear
Borrowed ball gowns,
rented tuxedos,
and loaned-out dreams...
We steal the night,
take greedy slices of happiness
gleaming with whipped cream
and one perfectly-placed
red maraschino cherry
that we lick tentatively,
our tongues dancing
circles around the
inevitable.
Even temptation will
disintegrate leaving us
with missed opportunities,
so we've learned to bite
without inhibition
and act like
spoiled royalty.
But moonlight dictates
that I give you back,
place you gently into
your glass house and
sneak out the back door
while the absence
of sunlight
renders it
opaque.
Lori Beal
rented tuxedos,
and loaned-out dreams...
We steal the night,
take greedy slices of happiness
gleaming with whipped cream
and one perfectly-placed
red maraschino cherry
that we lick tentatively,
our tongues dancing
circles around the
inevitable.
Even temptation will
disintegrate leaving us
with missed opportunities,
so we've learned to bite
without inhibition
and act like
spoiled royalty.
But moonlight dictates
that I give you back,
place you gently into
your glass house and
sneak out the back door
while the absence
of sunlight
renders it
opaque.
Lori Beal
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Formal Wear
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