Cocktail Party

Cocktail Party

Speaking, she extends each bemused syllable
like a knowing fingertip, or tongue. Sibilant and probative,
her voice elicits in male listeners a sharp and involuntary stirring
at the groin, a silent uncoiling. Sensing this verbal stroking,
unable to replicate it themselves, the wives seethe
into their leather handbags and gouge new runnels into the sagging brie
spread across the table amid ruins of the night's buffet.