I drink you in kisses
as long as the shadows
the spired pines relinquish
to earth at day’s descent
and still am unquenched –
as unmannered and uncontained
as the scattered scramble
of brambles over the things
they do not but yearn
to call their own –
how is it I consume
and am consumed?
© Sarah Whiteley
i like you unmannered. 🙂
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Thank you! Oops – was that too mannered?? 😉
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yeah, next time a ribald “fuck yeah!” will do.
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FUCK YEAH! Oh… oops… was I not supposed to say that out loud? I sense a disciplinary meeting forthcoming.
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Love it!
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