Painted Hope

This poem was first published in the MONTEREY POETRY REVIEW

Ribbons encircle her bare ankles.
Four-inch heels, raspberry satin.
Climbing the last stair, he knocks a riff.
 
In a Ford GT, rocket to 80.
Sink into leather. Don’t look back.
 
Velvet sashay toward the table,
toes pointed in, five degrees.
He pulls out the curved cherry-wood.
 
Cabernet engulfs each nub of tongue.
Bomblets of ambrosia.
 
In gossamer sleeves, arms sweat the beat.
Steaming drums, caramel piano.
Lasers flash. Lips flame.
 
She shimmies closer. His fingers find her belly.
You, all I ever prayed for.
Let me be enough.