 P.J. Nights lives in coastal New England with her husband, two children and various pound pets. She teaches physics and astronomy. Her stories and poems have been published in the Erotica Reader's Association, the Adult Story Corner, Amoret Online, the Emerald Collection and in Mind Caviar. E-mail P.J. Nights.
Mud Pies Elise looks up from a haphazard mosaic of bills. She makes out the carbon-copy
checks
Jack looks up from his 'world-famous' batter. He makes a tin of berry muffins
They tackle the list of mommy-and-daddy chores. Such are their responsible
evenings
Bedtime songs play a refrain through Elise's mind, 'the monkey chased the weasel',
da da da da dum...POP goes Elise! She seizes Jack by the arm,
Azure ring around full moon,
Bemused, Jack watches
She gouges handfuls of rain-soaked soil. Entranced, Jack notices
Earth-scent, ambrosial with rain, fills his nose. Deftly she weaves flowers,
She lovingly sculpts each perfect little pie. Pleased, she holds up her
Azure ring around full moon,
He balances her mud pie palette on one palm. Finger dipping, he daubs
He examines her, dressed only in gossamer light. He adorns her with
Lowering her to moist earth bed, he takes her, Holding her tight
Azure ring around full moon,
Copyright
© 2001 P.J. Knights. All rights reserved.
Roy G. Biv Waterbed waves
into the tangerine
sulfur sunlit
tresses curl
fuses with lapis
a mood indigo.
into violet twilight.
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