Doug Tanoury,
Associate EditorUSA
dtanoury1@home.com
Buttered Rum
(An Avon Poem)
One tan thigh
An earthen hue of raw sienna
The underside of sycamore leaves
That float more than fall
Breathless and feather light
Through autumn air
Toward the forest floor
One nutmeg breast
The burnt umber of late summer
Hot to the touch like sun-baked sand
With Parchment nipple
That floats and sways ever so slight
Through autumn air
Breathless and feather light
© Copyright, Doug Tanoury, 9-16-00.
Misty Nude
(An Avon Poem)
Stretched naked across the bed
Her head propped up by a hand
Supported by an arm
Resting on an elbow
One leg is extended
And one is raised but bent at the knee
And there is a slight fragrance
Coming from a candle
The light casts her in semi-silhouette
And there is a trace of smile that flashes
Across her lips but shows no teeth
An illusion of the half darkness
That paints the outline of breasts and torso
Yet obscures arms and legs
Like a fragmented sculpture
Of a limb-less Venus
© Copyright, Doug Tanoury, 9-17-00.
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