1
Morning crisp, white light,
chill air, blankets wrapt, quiver
of pale goose-bumped skin.
2
White lace surfs the sky.
A bride for the waiting moon,
suited in black tie.
3
Dark pools, mossy stench.
Green legs splayed, tongue curled, hops forth
his shiny humped hide.
4
Curvacious, waxen,
rubber ovals slice open,
ooooooze citrus escape.
5
Rounded symmetries,
puckered rind clenches flesh taut,
pressurised to burst.
6
A missing necklace,
remnant of past love’s vision,
Wood lizard creeping.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 10, 2020
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