Poem -
Josephine For Breakfast
The East is singing. Like a slug of happy Banshee
at a salacious angle across my decedent pillow, while my phalanges
grope for your waist like a sleepwalking magnet
to the sun-drenched loins of an impossible Mermaid.
It's Josephine for Breakfastā¦.and all is steam.
And I Amazed.
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Friggin' BRILLIANT phrasing here that simply speaks and vibrates on higher frequency of poetic gratification......I devoured this piece ~ Happily!!........PINNED!!......you're an amazing poet my friend!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?ā“ā¤ā“?
THANK YOU OH SO VERY MUCH!!!!