glossy purple lips pluck
drooping nylon strings
hooked into the muddy gourd
before we made a doll out of her skin
we asked her to extract pulp & seeds
on the staircase where our tea
over-steeped, turned bitter
we don't recall her name
she's kissing our song
Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 11 October 2010
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