Monday, September 26, 2016

Fungi



The tilted head,
the touch of lips,
kisses
on the mantle
unobserved.

I caught you,
in your playground of love
with camera eye,
naked
on the ground.

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1 comment:

Elaine said...


I don't always comment, but your poetry amazes me.

12:45 pm

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