Like a flaming sword
edgy to infiltrate
the temple of Cleopatra,
malicious stares fastened
to a cambric cover, almost
diaphanous, revealing
a succulent figure.
Greedily, eyes prowling down
to the udder, drooling for
a velvety suction.
Had she worn a more
conservative adorn; he wouldn’t
have to battle the demon of passion,
and when he couldn’t hold the shiver
any more, he inundated himself
with a glass of water
maybe to cool down his fast
escalating temper.
wrtitten 1/15/2003
point made... althouth a glass of water
is seldom enough to quench and inferno
and Marc Anthony need three Niles to
quench the furious passions he felt
for Cleopatra