Varnish

Encased in silk like a new-born butterfly
Barely dry with a soft pink glow from the gushing water
She stretched long legs along the sofa and onto his lap.
Taking her toes one by one, smallest left first, with a frown of concentration
Carefully ran the brush, a single stroke across the nail.
Blood red, instant dry, a slight whiff of high fumes he progressed,
Until the largest toe, with three attempts, watching the edges
He blew briefly, to send her shuddering at the touch.
Right foot, largest to smallest and quite practised now.
She watches, head slightly tilted, bottom lip slightly under her tooth,
Breathing slowly, easily, at home.
Finished with a flourish, like a magician to his audience
Proud of his efforts, he runs his fingertips across the tops of her toes
She wrinkles her nose, wiggles her toes and blows him a kiss.