The Whispering Piss

Crisp & cool
cucumber love.

You’re brave venturing into the sunlight,
yet it’s not even summer in your world.

Clumsily assembling the banana chair,
as neighbours take the whispering piss.

You look, sigh, and flash your bikini,
lounging in the 12 degree sunlight.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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