Poem for her 684

Dear Readers,

Purple paintings

Licked edges of the canvas
The fire tongue
Popped the cork on the wine
The music danced in firelight
The flashes of sunshine
There on the rose pile
The hips swayed in a tea cup
The sights were sweet
Neat lines of turkey feathers
The ones on cut out paper
The ones on table top
The smell of mead making
Needing your feet
The toes warm
Then licked
The butter rum flavor best
The graham cracker dipped
The tongue took a nibble smell
The hands held the blonde close
The cat purred
She'd be home soon
The cat smiled and licked her toes
She purred too
Tapping the clock was off
The seal of the jar popped
The stage was set
The table set
We slept


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.