plump pleasure bed


you are the moon
and I reclined beneath
upon
a plump pleasure bed

and you translucent
a sweet wafer
above
full lipped forgotten
peach juice dreams

and I sleepy
face nuzzled
against
plush pillow promises

and you
dissolving, thin, transparent
behind
melting tongue

and I
tiny grass green frog darting
among
moist, mossy memories

Sue Russell


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