The End of the Month #1
It thickens like a roux,
Rich soup in my stomach,
A warm sauce;
Red paint on a swelling balloon,
Shining in slivers of amber and rust.
Voluptuous patina stirred by your sex.
Simmer Snow Press
These are your instruments; bits and bobs, tatterings and smatterings, the stray and wandering simile
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