Poem: “That Bold Entrance”, notebooks, Jim Stallings

That bold entrance

Direct to the window

To adjust the shades.

The dress that falls

Not too far ‘neath

The prix de jour—

As in campy heels

A leg rises to table

And invitations made

Locks & shadows fall

And new entry made

With gratifying wet heat

The gift is given

In mutual parrying

That boils perfumes

To heady ecstasies

And subsides in aahs…

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