Is It Poetry - Being Deaf

Once a public bathroom.
While gentle sucking noises,
she uses her hand to speak,
and both at the same time.
Windy it pulls down the top of her pink dress
and dances between
and lifts up her dress and between
the clouds the leafless face
leaning against a tree
and while the sucking, 'windy sounds
continue blowing
acorns are softly dropping
and raining,
the panties growing wetter,
their because
inside each moves slowly
until it stops.

Is It Poetry

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