slipping away
in between
shaping feeding absorbing
I want a drink
in me, in my mouth
to feel and swish and taste
But you slip
out of hand
or between them and my chin
as i lower my lips.
You run down both
clinging between the pores and wrinkles
If I can't have you in me
I'll get in you.
jan 27 07
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