Slugs copulating on
Suspended slime cords
Swaying in the breeze
Twisting their capsules
Under a sycamore tree.
Wind chimes play out
Their charmed hearts while
Our Lady of Thermidor
Soaks in a wine barrel bath
Of warmed strawberry juice-
Healing her Napoleon woes.
Stepping out light-headed
She dries her blushed body and
Slips into her sleeveless
White silk dress -no panties.
Six sapphire rings on her toes
With a forehead jeweled with rubies she
Makes her appearance at the Paris Opera.
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