Two Caught in the Draft of a Door Ajar
We're closeted mannequins stuffed in a storage
bin. "No-Food" signs ignored by shoppers, their shared orange
squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial
grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'.
I move in anyway till French kisses hang
us in tangy wind chimes breezes tongue.
Copyright © Barthwell Farmer | Year Posted 2025
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