Midday fun

Cooking, Garlic

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Skinny-scenting, sensual and drums,

quiet times in memory,

touch my taste and odor;

beat my burns until they heat.

My trapper of felines whose legs part,

more and more, sensual  in blue,

hot in black, nails dark,

at noon and half-past six.

Pull them tight, together; make them smoke.

Sunflower praying, heating up with

cooked-up fun – such sauce.

Breathe oil and grease; midday fun.

Barry Comer 1012 – Illustration 2015