STRAWBERRIES Poem by Yona Wallach
STRAWBERRIES
When you come to sleep with me
wear a black dress
printed with strawberries
and a black wide-brimmed hat
decorated with strawberries
and hold a basket of strawberries
and sell me strawberries
tell me in a sweet high voice
strawberries strawberries
who wants strawberries
don't wear anything underneath the dress
later
strings will lift you up
invisible or visible
and lower you
directly on my prick.
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