Your Lips
wet
like a morning red daisy
drenched with
dew
a door
half-open
waiting for
my lips
for you are incomplete
without me
at the height of this fantasy
you lips become
the door of the castle
that i shall bombard
with my
canon tonight
my tongue to
your tongue
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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