By Claire Brown Bower
Date: 8 July 2000

Scrabble By Moonlight

Now deep,
the velvet
burgundy
moves cool 
against my skin
as I lean toward you,
reaching in,
slowly,
just the trace of blush 
upon my face.
You raise your glass 
to your lips
and sip,
chablis smile.
I, 
nearly stopping,
take a while
then easing
my uncurling fingers
teasing
as your eyes plead,
and with 
only the tips,
release 
the tile.

"W" 
your mouth 
says
silently
and my heart 
pounds.







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