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 28th 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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