Mk
limbed across
the shivering timbers.
Shedding sun! In a mild environment
she was someone to prepare for,
a potency.
Take hold, she might say,
or take heel! We are soldered
in place if we don’t shake a leg.
Scald a pot. Be good to a man,
and enjoy.
But the bartender, he couldn’t stop.
He enjoyed her.
Like a mermaid wallowing
in the shallows, she was eating her parsley;
she was milking the lemon
over the ice.
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