193–Old Enemy

frustration is such an

old enemy draining my

lips of sweet nectar turning

what might be a pleasant

morning into a churning

rejection of april 28^th 2010

so I stick out my tongue and

lick you like my 3 year old

granddaughter did to a baby

with beautiful thighs she could

not resist touching them with

her innocent tongue how sweet

you are in a baby’s thigh in the

eye of my enemy who is only

my reflection only my rejection

of this unconditioned love would

deprive me of the sweet strawberry

love that grows like a book in my front yard

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