The Fat Lady
Fine wine and gourmet repasts
fill her ravenous soul like sunlight
sucked through the stained-glass straws
of a sanctuary.
Her mouth enshrines the warm,
sophisticated muscle of her tongue.
The perfect notes of arias
leap from the sheen of her painted lips.
She moves with the fluid grace of waves
lapping the bountiful shores of her presence,
her corpulence a rare white oyster
swaddling the pearl of her dainty skeleton.
Fathoms of lavender silk
straddle her fabulous girth.
Larry D. Thomas
Posted over on Right Hand Pointing
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