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.

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