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“Oh, put your mouth on mine and leave it so ….” Mary Carolyn Davies
By Way Of An Answer The question arose when my greedy mouth collapsed with hunger upon yours, and no words could be conjured to answer the silence, except the pulsing of my temples, threatening to burst like a pierced water main sharing its pressure with umbrellas and hats, bathed in choral rainbows, sung in summer rain, taking me along alterity; the question arose when my greedy mouth collapsed with hunger upon yours. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
The Reluctant Poet 