Red Beans on Rice  

Freckles sprinkled lightly
Over the whiteness
Of pale and perfect skin
Like spice spilled
Across a tablecloth
I imagine them seasoning
And added flavor
To the milk and cream
Of arm and leg

Hair like new copper
Wavy and full that falls across
The virginity of bare shoulders
And the snow covered hills
That are her naked ass
A Pre-Raphaelite vision
A shivering Ophelia
Whose color calls to mind
Red beans on rice

Doug Tanoury

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