Poetry

by SandRa Lee

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Concords

Concords speed to my lips,
Their fruit exploding
Through their seams;
A rush of pleasure ignites
The desire for more;
My taste buds soar-
These grapes are first class
---
September 2008

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