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a poem by Cheryl Gilbert (2 of 2)
Wages of Sin
She rises from bed
her body heavy
feeling the makeup of the night before.
The man has grown no lighter either
and lays beside her,
an obstinate cat.
In the mirror, her breasts glow
luminous and swollen
her thighs shake.
The sense of something singing
as she rinses his taste from her mouth.
her body heavy
feeling the makeup of the night before.
The man has grown no lighter either
and lays beside her,
an obstinate cat.
In the mirror, her breasts glow
luminous and swollen
her thighs shake.
The sense of something singing
as she rinses his taste from her mouth.
© by Cheryl Gilbert
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010
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