even the master’s
meditation cushion
smells farty
——
It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 9
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floating and leaving no trace
even the master’s
meditation cushion
smells farty
——
It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 9
Check out these sites:

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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