Luncheon of the boating party

Luncheon of the boating party

And your eyes toward me,

pouted lips and that body language

in the ambiance of a wine lush afternoon

by the river bank.

There was an elegant-guttural aura

across the pristine linen cloths,

soft ladies

sought the roughness

of hardened vested men in lustful

neediness beneath petticoats that purred

longing wants, moistening.

I forged words,

in my fertile way and stored them

for the inky flow

later in the quiet

of a contemplative setting where time was mine.

Now cigarette smoke

screens my musing gaze in your direction,

out of painters view

at a table with some poet friend, we sat.

A menu of fornication and debauchery

wafted the afternoon air,

many whiffing

the sensual signals and suitably smiling

to please.

Gesturing as French would have it,

annunciations smoothly lipped.

Foreplay of the glances

and the mirroring games now dancing free,

beyond the starched whites

onto blushless brazen colours, arching

like a rainbow as warm raindrops

play in the summer sunshine.

Time for craft to navigate                                                                         

along the gentle banks astride her,

stroking home

that pleasurable way, seamen get to visit.

copyright MCB