Lipstick

Want to know what a gorilla truly wants? Read his poetry. But beware darkness lurks, for this gorilla has his hand in the abyss. Oh also this gorilla sometimes writes with sexual themes

It’s a hazy Sunday afternoon

Jazz and the sound of a ticking clock

Smokey dreams

Make the earthly realm obsolete

And woman solely mine

Kicks off her shoes

And we kiss in cocktails of wine

Crimson lipstick stains on my face

A tattoo from the divine

2015

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