Dessert Poem by Tim Kitchin

Dessert



Iris to iris.
Make your dare.

I give my silent promise.

I will stand and wait as
Your nightdress falls like apple peel.
Sticky to the floor.

Then raw to raw.
Sap to pore.

We will crumble.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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