Pretentious Poem by Mark R Slaughter

I kissed the rim:
Kissing me, a cool sophistication:
Cut glass; leaded class
Fashioned as a ballerina
Tilting in her obligation,
Out to please –
A woman readied –
Me to tease!

O! the dream:

A rivulet of garnet dawn
Now drawn thro’ lips of want,
Poised in deep anticipation…

For eons lay this vintage
(As it seemed)
Nurturing greatness
Under darkness of the cellar –
Until I found her dusty curves:
A sleeping beauty,
Waiting, luscious, ready for the drinking.

Now here I stand, pretentious:
Eyes half-closed, half-lit;
Reposed, half-stood –
Who knows the cast I here portray!
I took my blessing…

Shit! It’s corked!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011