I confess,
I got blitzed on whiskey
& she might have eaten a worm,
but what happened next
was just a blur.

Elbows and derrieres,
the fragrance of lilac,
a taste of succulent waters,
granite & pewter.

A bit of fine red lace,
her smiling face,
traces of smoke lingering
from salty breath,
her sweating sun.

A running fan &
moving crescent moon,
an electric band
crooning, "Ramble On"
with an etched gremlin
smiling,
his arms outstretched,
reciting,
"I Wuv You's"
above the
pretty waxed nest.

I confess,
I got blitzed on whiskey
& I swear she ate the worm.