There, deeply planted

by your finger mouth, the seed --


tickles in my soil.


Het zaad, diep geplantDer Samen, tief aus
uit jouw volle vingermond --deinem Fingermund, kribbelt --

kriebelt in mijn grond.in meiner Erde.

Poem H2749
Amsterdam, 2020-06-21
Collection: Without reserve
Keyword: Body: procreation 
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