Luscious Larry (4/1/69 / Greece)
Daydreaming At Work
On a snowy canvas, I splashed her
down with bare, brown, freckled
shoulders. With mirrors everywhere,
she crams both purple fists into a
ball and squeezes them between
the autumn of her thighs.
She looks up at the universe and
her blind eye asks me tenderly:
Is it in you?
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