fermenting in your interval

fermenting in your interval 

 

 

spill the hard cider over the edge

of my trembling tongue,

apple blossom kisses

 

you are my nectar

liquid eyes, my comfort

osculation, my drunken whim in dreams

 

as i undo the lid of you

and take a sip of 

oblivion.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/28/16

Reviews

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This is a poem wrapped in a poem wrapped in a poem. each stanza a delicious sample of the (main course) the entire thing, a exquisite banquet of sensuous taste, Jacob. Yum!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, lynn.

j.