
Leonid Afremov
A moment more, mi amor,
to enjoy an exposed evening;
bask in a private reading.
Fertilize my carmine mind
with your beautiful behind,
hair like wandering weeds
that need gentle teasing.
Through the grassy hedge,
I stand daydreaming.
I am the chromatic gardener
spreading swabs
tinted seedlings
across her fertile
far end fields.
Oh, the warm feeling!
To be the tawny mule
in such a rich pasture,
the ultimate, high-chroma
happily ever after.
© 2022 | K.Hartless





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