Holes
Wherever I find a hole
I attempt to fill it with poetry:
the pocket, the heart, poetry
my go-to
mending part~
no seamstress should do
without a lyric or two
Every planter
sowing a field should pass time composing
while preparing his yield – poetry, always
somewhat satisfying in the place
till a lick of the lips
a burp, a blush
your delightfully
saucy face!
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