I keep a lithe gnome
in the cup of my bra
who nips at my spine
all day and all night
I pay him in milk
and he leaps like a lark;
a frisson to my nerves
zapping tablespoons
to clinking frenzy
What such luck! My mother cries
& I slip my good tongue
into the red cave of my mouth
Lillian Akampurira Aujo
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