May’s Little Kisses

Photo by Hans-Jurgen Mager on Unsplash

Remaining a functional being: hands, eyes, glutes, legs, touching myself, all in place, and a few coins of street wisdom I licked a purple tongue.
Lasting a winter training of attaching thought to foot, I shall conclude what’s food, what’s illusion not to include, like apes sex on the fence of the school yard. Who invented that? twisted shows, c’mon…?
Anyhow, anyway I took the long road just not to rhyme easy way and ended up cuddling with a stranger on…