freudian sips

freud sips
from crystalised glass
fermented grape blood -
and later that night,
caress of lips,
palpitations of heart,
gentle rise and fall of chest,
and soft whispers

“i love you,
mother”

8/15/18




Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-23 at 03:49

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