Poem about Memory : Making Love with Memories



Poem about Memory : Making Love with Memories :




You poked my blurring eye,

Let me lift your mushy breast.



We aged onwards

While you stroked flaccidity –

Recalling decades of

Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.



I kissed a venerable mouth

Crammed with falsities –

Once brilliant keys

Guarded by crimson lips

Washed by a sensual tongue.



And so we writhed in wrinkles,

Tiring effort, and

Memories.



By
Mark R Slaughter






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