 
 Fingerpaint Appetizersby Lucia Chambers
 
                
                A palm tree glittered in the opal light of
                a swollen moon rising throughout the night;
                my toes curled when the trade winds blew
                in fragrant orchids, the salty spray of you, and
                when that island floating above my lair left
                only hot twisted sheets and slickly wet hair,
                you stumbled upon a delicious rasberry blue,
                and drew a second palm tree using the sugary goo;
                then azure seas rocked us gently to shore, and
                we again set sail for that island, lusting for more.

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                       Copyright (c)1993 Lucia Chambers

