You on my tongue like a fullmoonwafer,
     your taste melting into me

like sugar, like sugar becoming red syrup
     on sliced strawberries.

New love like butter on a warm biscuit.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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8 Responses to Communion

  1. yes. everything about this is yes.

  2. joanna says:

    yep. the title works much better this way. 🙂

  3. Oh, this is yummy…..

  4. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    Mmm hmmm. That’s luscious reading.

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