Impromptu
she lay on
the bed like
a crucifix
i kissed
and licked
her blistered
feet annointing
my tongue with
smell and sweat
never to ever
forget that which
she has given me
sanctified
if it is her grail
time then i will
surely
drink her
dark red wine
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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