Saturday, June 27, 2009

Tired of making jelly,

muscles sore from chopping plums,
I want to savor the sweetness,
the hint of tart on my tongue,
languid you on the sofa
between my legs and arms,
your shoulder over my hip,
one arm tucked behind my waist,
and your face resting
between my small, one in your hand, breasts;
then we can fall asleep.

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