Swirls of Water Lilies

Plum juice spills
Americana sweetness
in my mouth;
a palette of gelatinous
petals at the pond's surface.
She dips her brush in her
watercolored soul, and under a
lemon-yellow moon offers
chamomile kisses.
With Monet eyes, she
paints swirls of water lilies
blue wine-soaked hair
fragrance distills.
Skin, parasoled lace-
my eyes closed to the light.

Fingers tiptoe across
her soft, supple breasts,
as twilight suffuses a thin
blouse rumpled on the edge
of a pond. The water lilies
shake their tops, looking on.

©2007 by John Tillman

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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John Tillman lives in New Jersey and writes mostly poetry and narrative. His most recent publication is a short story piece called, "An Autumn Night", in the Winter Issue of MotherVerse Journal. At present, he is writing a full-length autobiographical novel to be titled, "One Week In Vermont".