Ambrosia

your tongue
...wrapped
......in mine;

you open an old book,
your fingers caress the pages....
you take in the scent

of words built on lifetimes...
struggling together...
ambrosia!

read me!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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