Satsuma

Satsuma, tangerine peel, erotica, layers
Poem & photo by Elizabeth
SATSUMA

Crescents of tangerine cool nipples
that purse like lips as
O of navel grips its slice &
taut shiny glans raises its
section to the sun, hot through
blue-green leaves of eucalyptus;

tongue slides between citrus & skin
belly arcs smooth,

teeth release juice bursting
through this moist cavern,
tongue, lapping in slow pulses,
swallows, wet open flames.
Thank you to the editors of HOT FLASHES:
sexy little stories and poems
for publishing
this poem.

Cardinal

poem & photo by Elizabeth

MASKS OF CARDINAL FEATHERS

                                                                             Drape
                                                       Me in
                 Crimson rOse petals,
                                                          garnets,
                                                                          coral,
                                                Rubies,
                     and feed me
                                              dragon's Blood,
                                                                                     cherries,
                                                              straWberries,
                                         plums,
        salmon,
                              meRlot,
                                                      then make me
                                                                                        glow,
                                                             flush,
                                   blush,
                                                                             BlooM
                                              till I'm 
                                                         Rubeous,
                                         carnLian,
                                                     verMilioN,
          as ScarLet hummingbirds
                                                                    SOAR from our
                                                                                                          Mad
                                                         voRacious
                                                                                          heartS.

Thank you to the editor of Absinthe Revival for first publishing this poem.