Faulkner ~ You ~ & I

Indian Summer ~
Deep Mississippi night ~
I bit into You ~
like a Ripe Persimmon ~
And felt the sweetness ~
Run down from ~
The corner of my Mouth ~
Somewhere ~
Faulkner smiled

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