My Hog Named Blanche
But, Blanche, you were much more
Than just a hog… much more
With harvest moon quivering,
Charging the cool autumn night
You are drenched
In delicious alien mystery
Sauntering around your muddy pen,
Confident, in control, full of barnyard sass…
Oh, Blanche, your beguiling black eyes
Beckoning
Drawing me into your muddy world
Your sensuality overpowering
I sleep in your filthy pen
Aghast and in love
Copyright © Vincent Procopio | Year Posted 2012
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