Lilting Piquant

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali

the excuse was simple

the night provided the color

lyric blue moons excite and ripple

dance sensuous saunter with no other

than the artist

her tresses bound

by hair gel applied and kissed

together they pound

oblivious to peering vacationists

sitting silent on wooden seats

exterior, spaced by a table

set with rich spicy meats

wishing they were able

to join the lilting

alliteration in dance

their efforts unflattering

best left a silhouette trance.

Disccusion

Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch

"Oh I don't know, I'm sure the clothes are okay."

"But white!"

"And a shift."

"It was the last one on the rack."

"You're brave to wear a number like that."

"I'd have to be gassed, to wear gear like that."

"I didn't want to go bare."

"Just touch the fabric, so smooth."

"Be careful!   You've left evidence of your caress!"

"We can't talk about this anymore."

"We need to refresh ourselves, and quick."

"The football final starts in nine minutes."