our mouths held
bunches of grapes
(lucious grapes)
you inserting them into my puckered mouth
with your lips
I with my sticky-ripe fingers
'mmmmmmmmm, Concord"
you said.
"No, conquered...."
my reply
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...
