Evelyn in Rapture

Sizzle glasses fluted
Stand beside
The brandy syrup
Mixed in reddest wine.
The fumes alone will stagger your stride.
The bowls are spilling over.
Raspberry sauce.

She's never
Guzzled candied air
Before.
The walls are leaning to,
The floor's a parachute
Exhaling.
Shoes and more are missing
But no loss.

He approaches flimsy
Walking on a trampoline.
His lips are moving mute,
His sliding tongue between
Is waltzing silently.
She's off her feet
An inch beneath
The dangling tears 
Below the chandelier.
The tent is coming
Down around her.
Blessed be the waves.

- 4/7/26

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