A single pink
rose stands out
among gerbera
daisies,
teasing the
vegan chocolate cake,
and competing
with the white zinfandel,
watching the
talking women:
A nervous woman
enters wearing leopard tights
that hug her
legs like an intimate friend,
daring her to
change her identity.
A round woman
dons navy blue lingerie
and a purple
sweater that gently
caresses her
luxurious shoulders.
Black lace
teases the tops of a daring lady’s thighs,
as she revels in
the illicit feeling
of wearing almost nothing.
A confused woman
sports boxers
that serve as a
reminder of
a first-name
only night before.
They dip banana
slices and
pieces of
strawberry
in warm
chocolate
that falls in
loving drips
onto their
fingers.
Sugary mulled
sangria,
or a cup of pink
champagne
bubbles happily
in the hands of
these smiling
women.
The heat is
cranked up
and they lounge
on
a pink pillow,
an orange couch,
a feetless
purple armoire –
Sheets of purple
fabric
with a very
subtle flower pattern
pose as curtains
and wink at the
pink rose
as she silently
watches
and revels in
her own nudity.
