Delicto Flagrante


She likes little treats,

a touch cheeky, piquante;

delicto flagrante,

much too much cream

on the side

and a tarte apéritif,

the entrée

to a main course



One must feast with the eyes



She sighs on an olive,

remnant of groves

alive on the hillsides

sun kissed, aromatic,

a charismatic

interlude

she does love

a little pampering

the dampening of candles

on a table dressed

perhaps

over stressed



She lets a moué

slip past her lips

a little purse

in her lap

feeding morsels,

like parcels

of succulent flesh,

fruits out of season,

airborne, flown to her side

dipped and licked

a stone flicked

in the flames



Just a little fuel

to her appetite

the pine scented fire

delightfully flickering

a clock ticking

rhythmically designed

art déco

head to one side

she'll dine

on desire.





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Written on 2022-01-09 at 08:05

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
She is quite a character, isn't she! But dilecto means of equal fault, so she's not alone in the act. Regardless, I enjoyed your poem. you have a clever way of weaving the tale. :)
2022-01-09