Michele
Michele is like a liquid-centered candy:
Inside honey-lemon smooth and healing.
Crack her tense, bright smile, and all her feeling
Helpless rushes out, a golden balm.
Even as her lover, cold and randy,
Loiters in her heart, his senses reeling,
Emptied of illusions she is calm.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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