Forget the old—
there’s no time
like the present,
and no place
like the honeycomb-home
of your lips. Lick
those ruby reds—
meet mine, glossed,
sugar-frost
-ed,
and salt me
with your wizardry
of bliss.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Poem-A-Day 27: title a poem “New (blank)”
Poetic Bloomings: write a “Forget (blank)” poem