a Poem by Raquel Swann
In the city of Debauchery, USA
Succulent strawberries sweat,
as molten drizzles of white chocolate
on the surface begin to harden
in the cold air.
An uncorked champagne bottle
relaxes in a bath of icy water,
desiring a glass to live out the rest
of its remaining hours.
a lake of caramel, in a square saucer,
whispers invitingly to
fancy butter cookies nearby,
“Come I’m in, the water is fine!”
Two robes, draped over a chair,
crave cold bodies of which to snuggle,
while adoring the petals of roses scattered
across the floor of the empty room.
Two vehicles, one from the North,
the other from the South,
pull into the parking lot,
the occupants unaware of
what this night could mean,
here at halfway.