I might meet you in the street
"wait, wait" you might say
kneeling right there
in the cleavage
of the year
so honest
kneeling right there
in the cleavage
of the year
so honest
pouring beauty
rubbing my belly
keeping full the promise
soon scrambling across my face
rubbing my belly
keeping full the promise
soon scrambling across my face
[Day 100 of 2021; Baker Woods with L this morning.]
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