A weekend of little luxuries:
dinners of crustaceans,
denuded of their shells;
desserts flavored with honey and thyme;
strolling through gardens--
prude tulips hugging petals close,
hiding its secret black passion;
lewd bottle brush,
only a fuzzy bristle of stamens;
we two coiled in our chrysalis,
a husk of bankets, covering
our blossom of limbs
as snow drips soft and wet,
ignoring the glancing sun.
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