RiverA Poem by Molly Cara
Your lower lip quivers.
Your tongue laps the shore and splashes. The sun sinks into you. I slip into you, into the rippling spotlight. I sip you like white wine. I let you get to my head, my flesh, my face © 2013 Molly Cara |
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