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Caviar and Crackers

Salt taste,
rippling across my tongue,
rolling black pebbles
bursting at the edge
symbolic life
to slake my thirsty palette
long draughts of femininity
at it’s source
reduced to here and now
encased in the soft tang
slipped between my lips
and then the cracker,
bitten…
hard!

©2000

Categories: Poetry Writing

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