kiss your lips with
my popcorn cheese mouth,
each taste liquid desire
on two levels,
each kernel like first base,
each cheesy lump
a surrogate for second,
and third is as easy
as a slide trombone
in coca-cola,
sweet, bubbly
with sounds of escape,
my home run
coming later,
like a forgotten
puffed crunch,
surprising yet
filling you up.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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Sandie May Angel :o)