My Lips Aren’t Sealed

Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash

Shhhh…
whisper
carelessly
sneak through my back
door as I slumber unaware
I want candy
decadent desserts
bountiful bon bon dreams
to nourish every nook and cranny
of my pineapple isla — 
bonita my syrupy fruit
urgently nudge from behind
salt water my taffy then
like a passion flower
I will bloom amid your
purple rain dagger
creating a revolution before
sailing away through
your cumulus candy clouds
let my taste linger
tart
like a cranberry
on your tongue in prayer
then I’ll return the favor
for MY

L

I

p

S

aren’t sealed
oh, no
not yet
I’m too hungry
how many licks will it take
to get to the center
you jest?
just you wait
and see
this candy shop
is open
all night.

~Fun playing with a bit of rock and roll erotic twist. I toned it down this time making some of the songs a bit more subtle. If you like this piece, you’ll be hard pressed to find one as lush as this:

Ann Marie Steele 2021

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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