Harvest Moon
I combed my fingers
through corn silk hair
picking watermelon
kisses
and the breeze
rippled
the deep pools
of liquid
flesh
intoxicating
as chardonnay. Continue reading
Harvest Moon
I combed my fingers
through corn silk hair
picking watermelon
kisses
and the breeze
rippled
the deep pools
of liquid
flesh
intoxicating
as chardonnay. Continue reading
I am from the core of the apple Continue reading