Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #8
Butterscotch Schnapps
by Belinda Roddie
Butterscotch schnapps and golden memory
befit this table of mahogany,
as amber flows from glass to lips to glass
and swirls in frozen colors. And the crisp
sensation of a kiss upon your tongue
makes you wish that the night's only begun
instead of ending quickly as the walls
pulsate with heated laughter and delight.
Then you rise from your chair, lopsided grin,
and press your lips against your lover's chin
and nose to feel the warmth of the embrace.
Thank God goodbyes are just temporary.
You taste the sweet butterscotch memory
as you and your lover depart the scene.
by Belinda Roddie
Butterscotch schnapps and golden memory
befit this table of mahogany,
as amber flows from glass to lips to glass
and swirls in frozen colors. And the crisp
sensation of a kiss upon your tongue
makes you wish that the night's only begun
instead of ending quickly as the walls
pulsate with heated laughter and delight.
Then you rise from your chair, lopsided grin,
and press your lips against your lover's chin
and nose to feel the warmth of the embrace.
Thank God goodbyes are just temporary.
You taste the sweet butterscotch memory
as you and your lover depart the scene.
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