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Idyllic (Moon’s Breath)

written by: Korliss Sewer

 

This warm, breezy place in which I sit where pollen floats like snow.  You smell like summer.  Feel of dust.

Right now, I am the only woman on planet Earth.  I am your warm-skinned salt lick.  Your respite from want.  I wait, I submit to you.

He does what he does.  No more.  No less.

Korliss Sewer

Korliss Sewer

I'm a poet from the Pacific Northwest who sees the world through rose-colored bifocals.
Korliss Sewer

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