Of Courtyards
by Mark Navarro
she said
she said
rise and pluck me
from the branches of Earth:
i bloom ready, my juices are sweet
and ready for your tongue
to take it and make it widen
your eyes and your lips
purse - now pluck me
with your lips
and taste my love.
i obeyed.
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