Thursday, May 1


Her violent O’Keeffe clam
parted against the fling
of my sipping bow

can weep to lay
& drink & drink
before dribble away—

Taking five lines of love
too drastically drawn or
pinching dimples

my bum to dip
is parting
farther her pink purple lips—

Embraced by kegel,
& loving reclined,
pushed back head, where

white moon body laid
for me to
heave the final white waves.

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