By Cosette
Date: 8 May 1999

Substitute

bubbles whistled
in delight 
as I blew them
gentle kisses 
floating about.
a night bath 
of rendezvous
with my foamy, 
musky soap 
softly moaning
with pleasure
to caress and melt
in my skin.
then retire to my
satin-covered pillows
waiting to be 
marshmallows 
under my head.

this dusk of sleeping tight,
how i long
for whispered lullabies
and arm-hugging
with my cushions.
how i yearn
for one last doze 
of succulent 
orange pulp
tempting my fancy
for another 
   tongue-lingering
    teeth-honeying
     lip-locking

here I go (again)
imagining you 
(in them...)
jealous?
oh please!
trust me as I do
and I love you, too
they are just
...oh well
harmless 
    substitutes
for you.