1.
mouthfuls of honey
and salty buttered peanuts
dripping from slices
onto stains of grape jelly
from lunches of yesterday
2.
slipping her soft arms
around my neck wistfully
a lingering touch
as lips brush the cheek of fate
leaving savory traces
3.
slipping from the board
into the crashing wave wall
i’m pulled flailingly
behind in agony of
burning breath that will not come
- scott m. stringham
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