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Poetry Martini
by Karyn Indursky

Atop my head you go
with a quick tumble of
fingers and arms reached
to majestic skies. Your spun
silk hugs my body and tickles
my senses as I stare in domestic
mirrors of the unknown. Topaz
hangs in my cleavage at grazing
level and your jaw drops in
harmonic mystery. My legs are
bare like my stripped soul of
limerick musings. Half way
down my back whips golden
hair of harvested tomorrow's
and promised swinging jazz
hip sashays. No stockings
today, but you can bet your
last green dollar bill my sonnet
feet are dancing in sandaled
beats. My fingernails tap with
jiggling ruby haiku bracelets
from borrowed shadows of
editing perfection. A dab of
masterpiece perfume makes
me sultry in a waltz to your
eyes drinking down another
glass of my jasmine poetry.