seeing our passion
a butterfly
faints
crashes onto pseudo-grass tile
buffeted by fan breeze
dances
amidst dust
skinflakes
dead cockroaches
her big butterball breasts
eyes for nipples
smell of Cameron Highland nectar
smother me
smiling
I am happy to be back
to the breast
Sunday, April 4, 2021
Poem....Back to the breast (2011)
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