Let my breathwash your broad facepool in your sepia collarboneanoint your breadAs you tastecatch the crumbled piecesmixed with tearshold them tightin your calloused palmsvows and roadsare etched in waterI float‘neath southern moonsin your embracemurmur lust’s syrup and lifenear my heartbeatI’ll crone swollen,dripping peachessing forever to your soulAnd let our cry be ripened bythe dark Mississippi…My Man of riversCopyright Valjeanne Jeffers 2009 all rights reserved
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