freudian sips
freud sipsfrom 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
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Written on 2018-10-23 at 03:49
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