Poem. If Words Are All We Have. Katie Lewington.

he was like a middle aged Jack Kerouac in his pictures and she was wet thinking of his exploits,  breath took
she wasn’t sure what to do,  that wouldn’t be crude
and, after all, it wasn’t his image
no, it was his words that wet her lips, readied her for adventure
oh hell,  she flung aside the book, half undressed
and swooned

K.L 2016  ©



Author: Idontwearahat.

Katie is a published poet, reader and reviewer.

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