Tiffany's Breakfast Club

July 27, 2019

 

 

Tiffany's Breakfast Club 

 

Fi Smith 

 



The night dancing in us,
still - city blocks, 
our backdrop, 
buildings beam at us, 
we hood our eyes 
and pine for a note 
of rotary 
splendour.

A shaky finger dips sugary filigree toward my lips, 
conversation splayed out 
like constellations -
so easy for you to swallow
a string of pearls,
your swan neck
undulating.

Unsure I suck an opal 
smooth,
guilty nibbles at
exquisite ginger garnets, 
fit to dangle from Lupita's lobes.
You toss back angular sapphires, chug chunky solitaires, all abandon 
washed down with an elegant Breitling.

Your laugh is out of time,
the Tsar bell
had it never cracked,
crunching a diamond necklace
in your carven jaw, 
blood like rubies dripping
down your soft 
human 
suit.

 

 

 

_______________________

 

 

 

Fi Smith is a poet from Dublin, Ireland, and blog editor for firstfortnight.ie, an annual festival of mental health awareness through the arts. Her work has been published in The Incubator Journal and The Blue Nib. @fifilebon

 

 

 

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