I lounge in Neruda and bathe in Baudelaire,
& climb the mouth of the mountain
they’d wanted to taste
with tongue-tips across woman hips
and the collar of bones as they ache
at the sun-setting scent of the loss of the day.
Today is Day 27 of #OctPoWriMo join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!
Love and Ink,
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