Wednesday, April 24, 2019

bring lips

a cold beer
on ice, in hand at the end
of a hard
day of work.
the sludge and grime
is gone
down the drain,
the soak did you good,
now feet are up,
and the night and day
are young.
a nap will
come next, after a perusing
the new book
you found.
come over you say,
on the phone,
bring a pizza, bring
something,
bring lips,
i'm all alone.

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