Whiskers in Champagne

Watch how she moves

Like whiskers in champagne

And moon fizz in Coeur d’Alene

She will turn to you

Red luscious lipped serpent dog

Her Old-Fashioned draped in fog

And then she will smile

Knowing grins in teacup dreams

Moonlit dancing with horned reems

Loverly Love, Love

Bedsheets wrapped with Esther’s pearls

Onyx scented blushing curls

Was she ever there?

Starched shirts tinkling glass soirees

Pretty words shut out the days

Was she ever there?

Glimpse the shadow in the rain

The bride with the endless train

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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