On Reading Bukowski – Poem by Jessica Gleason

I fall,

Into the warm

embrace

of Bukowski’s words.

I feel,

Their gritty texture

heating up

between

my thighs

And his words,

wrap themselves

around my lips

in a moist

drunken

kiss.

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