She applies me in plum.
I am there when she speaks, snores,
when she gets chapped or cold sores.
I reside in her laughter,
rest in her frown.
I do not protest,
not even when she kisses him.
About the author:
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State. His work appears widely in print and also online at such places as The Literarian, Moon Milk Review, PANK, Elimae and others. Every few days he shares his thoughts about writing and life at lenkuntz.blogspot.com