Berries
so i smelled you
and i thought
hmmm
Visalia, California
brown and green grass, black and white cows
i turned you upside down
and smelled you like that
and i thought
ohhh
Napa Valley
fine wine, many drunk tourist
and then i licked you
and you tasted like nothing on my tongue
small hairy things
purple and red berries
red and purple fingers
poem by C.J. Johnson
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