Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Ode to E. B.

Dark eyes draw
to a salubrious night
of hair
tumbling down
soft slopes
of shoulders'
day.

Shoulders and face
enchant like white sails,
a speculator's
ideal space.

Delphic tickers 
Captains shadow
to set sail
or stay.

Pixie mouthed Priestess,
you smirk oracles.

Dollars sacrificed,
an offering to
Saturnine Gentlemen.


1 comment:

Beysshoes said...

I can't get over your watching Erin Burnett. OMG that's rich.[smile] Anyway, how a man like you can see her as "pixie mouthed" is beyond me. But I love the imagery that expression brings up.
... I really liked the simplicity and 'real stuff' of this write, bonbon. It's a fitting satire. Bey