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Peach Tea Kiss
by Jon-Jacob F DealI brought the bottle to my lips and
For a moment
The mouth wasn't the bottle's, but
Hers--
The cool, sweet circle
Smooth and wet
Like her kiss in hot summer
After sips of something
Cold--
Then, true to form
I spit tobacco down her waiting throat
And the mouth
Was the bottle's
Again. 01/15/2005 Posted on 01/15/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/16/05 at 07:32 PM This interesting turn of mindful events reads like a mirage with an alkaloid twist. Good stuff, JJ.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Brett Shane on 06/06/05 at 06:50 AM peach tea.... ahhhh tastes so damn good when the temp goes above 120... and makes a perfect spit bottle as well... i remember this clearly. |
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