Saturday, July 7, 2018



    Slip of the lips,
    shift of the hips.
    [waft of perfume
    within the room]
    Flicker of light,
    mood feels just right.
    [feeling of doom
    begins to bloom]
    I came wet with truth.
    You?
     Dry like vermouth.

     .j.
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