Poem: Half —– Raw

rarely remembered

                              until it returns

the first taste

waves calm through my shoulders, my heels, a foot above my head, bursts

body bright

body cooled

body strong

his five friends glisten racy lemon

the beasts to ooze on crusts with cocktail gloss

in months with the letter r

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