Impromptu
born a baby
she was bald as
the years went
by fit and trim
she was
all but bald
except a tuft atop
her vertical smile
when my horitzonal
lips kiss hers we
form a cross
or an X that marks
the spot
where with
from forth
will the holy
waters
flow
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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