consumed

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

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