Purse
Purse
your lips for me, my dear
and sink into them
divets for my tongue
in a dream to explore
as you rifle through your
Purse
for a maybe tube of lipstick
to soften the bleeding hearts
of poets in sportsjackets
who offer desperate cigarettes
and long for the moment
your lips
Purse
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