i want to worship
but the only goddess
who will listen
in is a bottle
of salad dressing
Tag: goddess
invocation (20160813)
cry, luscious goddess
lather us with sweaty summer worship
these breasts–smooth, languid, meat
–no
a thousand frantic lickings
the fast water must bare you
mad blood
red chocolate
crush my lust, my storm of a need
——
for
Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
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