Hour Twenty Two

Write a non-traditional love poem. Both the words non-traditional and love are open to your interpretation.

Losers falling headfirst into
a puddle of mucky love.
Lapping up the sweat from
each other’s brows, hairy messes
of armpit hair braided into one.
Thick thighs are walked by
chubby little fingers seeking the
geyser spout. Worms wriggle
under the soot in the bottom of
the cave, they reach their long
lips up out of the mud to reach
for another kiss. Lovers sip from
a molded chalice of memory.

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