Pretentious

I kissed the rim: Kissing me, a cool sophistication: Cut glass; leaded class Fashioned as a ballerina Tilting in her obligation, Out to please – A woman readied – Me to tease! O! the dream: A rivulet of garnet dawn Now drawn thro’ lips of want, Poised in deep anticipation… For eons lay this vintage (As it seemed) Nurturing greatness Under darkness of the cellar – Until I found her dusty curves: A sleeping beauty, Waiting, luscious, ready for the drinking. Now here I stand, pretentious: Eyes half-closed, half-lit; Reposed, half-stood – Who knows the cast I here portray! I took my blessing… Shit! It’s corked! Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011