BlackberriesA Poem by Lydia
Anticipation of the flowers
For where there are flowers there will be fruit Imagining myself Glistening forehead and sticky thighs Fingers stained and a happy smile As the juices spill down my chin Like blood of prey Sun shining ever faithful Even in the shade © 2019 Lydia |
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