RED LACE DRESS

You reach out,
to caress the faint shadow of
her collar bone,
and at the turn of that snowy neck
is where the blue-black hair stops
and the red lace dress begins.
Impresses upon you,
the breath-thieving contours
inviolable like an enchanter's kiss
but heavy of dripping nectar
clotting you whole from
tendons to bones.
Chalice raised at the curve
of her lips full,
bourbon-lush ice cube's
convoyed over
with the gentle
flick of her tongue
like a knife edge
sliced through
your senses,
leaving you
open veined with
a violent
blue shudder.

-- Lana Bella