Happy Holiday!

ALL POLISH*

Thigh High

in Nutmeg

and The Naked Truth.

Topless and Barefoot.

In this Runaway Reality,

where it is Always Autumn

and a Constant Caribbean,

be my Leading Lady,

my Miss Fancy Pants,

my Paparazzi Pleaser,

and I’ll be your

Velvet Voyeur.

Breaking Curfew,

we’ll by-pass 
the Potato Field,

the Picket Fence,
the Pillow Talk,

and the Sand Of A Beach.

Right?

And you’ll

Meet Me At Sunset

Moonstruck, Mixed Up

with A Cloud In Sight

and Lava and Sequins

at your fingertips.

Tame Me Now, I say.

Crown Me Already

with Butterfly Kisses,

go Skin Deep,

and make me Snap Happy.

Let’s look for the Perfect Penny

at The Stroke Of Midnight

in a Rainforest

or in a Bonsai.

Caught Red-Handed

with Marshmallows,

we’ll offer ourselves up to

the Trombone,

the Waltz,

the Storm Bird,

the Wine Stain,

Lingering Spices.

Timeless Rubies

and Black Diamonds.

Eternal Oceans.

Catch Me If You Can...

Kiss Me & Make-Up…

No Autographs, Please…

Upfront & Personal…

Vodka & Caviar…

are regular requests you make,

which leave me with only these word to say:

Butler, Please.

Where’s My Chauffeur?

My Eternal Optimist,

how about this: we let

our Limited Addiction

keep us In Stitches,

and Island Hopping,

holding Lollipops,

and Long Stem Roses.

And if you'll be Neo Whimsical,

I'll be Naughty And Nice.

Can you make room 

for that arrangement

in your Alligator Purse? 

If so, then maybe 

we can find our way to

the Clam Bake,

the Dive Bar,

our Curtain Call.        

*This poem is mostly composed of nail polish names.