Au couchantA Poem by S. S. Allen
Coitus and kisses devoid of love.
Gravida, zero; para, none. Rejected by interviews with matriarchy. Still... Her heart like the sun warms those around her. She would each time, au couchant. Question beyond the horizon. © 2016 S. S. AllenReviews
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