Formalities

At a reception:
they pose, so uptight,
a portrait.
Black tie and top hat.
Cleavage and cocktail gown.

Dressed with impeccable taste.
Behaving with impeccable decorum.
Perhaps they should loosen up,
tug free the bows
and shake the impeccables loose.

In a new vision:
hair tumbled across nudity.
A covering of curls
draping a shadow of suggestion.

Is that a bruise
left lovingly on the surface
of white porcelain?
Did teeth close?
Lips seal upon the rose?

One can only suppose,
the impeccable pair
went.