a saint he ain’t…

a saint he ain't1

entering
the carnival’s
tunnel of love
two sets
of
cotton-candied lips
and
one pair
of
sun-baked
vanilla ice cream hands
his
and
upon exiting
this lover’s chamber
her disheveled sweater
and
his angora-fibered hands
raise
serious questions
of
his moral
stand

9 thoughts on “a saint he ain’t…

  1. This brought a chuckle, brings up the question of love or lust, perhaps if true love he may have chosen to wait, perhaps not………

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