Sundays Muriel Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Sundays Muriel



While shopping in sleep
David held my hand.
Bathsheba licked my lip
with paper left of hand a
ticket to repeat again in
new life of
having me wash your Benz.

Sunday, April 26, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: shopping
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