Poem by Frank Reardon

By |2014-03-12T21:22:36-04:00December 18th, 2013|Authors and Artists|

While Her Legs Rest Upon My Shoulders milk honey      circles     underneath, inside her thighs            crushed Pina colada strawberry          smoothie parted lips            a circle        a remedy cunt      grips                     speaks            Lew Welch things, floating through [...]