tongue
fucking with Persephone
subtle
wading
breezy
leaves
scatter
velvet sound
tells
me
to
close my eyes
and
smell deep Autumn
traced
in the whispered
wet
sandy air
a
wind
driven
rain
is
scoring time
in
painted dry
Summer
pieces
tining
its skin
on
the turn
a
root vegetable
slow
boil burns
you
inside to out
as
a few
crimson
orange leaves
spell
the admission
to
another end
another
paraded
frenzy
you
begin
the
feasting
in
a hurrying
to
drink it all in
life
in the scent forests
of
your hair and lusty manner
I
am scurrying to
catch
what catch can
peeling
back my veneers
you
are
diamond-cutting
me
raw,
to a ready
to
a hone
from
a bend
of
bone
to
a hole
in
my soul
plugged
with
a
sensation
for
every poem
that
gets in
when
I kiss
your
more
again
EJR
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This piece is alive and your last stanza gathers it all together into perfection.
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