July 12, 2013 by ebbtide after sweetness Poetry endings, life, love, poem, Poetry, relationships, substance, sweetness 7 Comments there is no more sweetness left of you – I put you up in pies and jams and devoured you with coffee, on toast, until there was nothing left but faintly sticky fingers, empty plate © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
not quite sure how to take that… either it’s aahhhhrrrrggggghhhh in a “holy crap” kinda way, or the cat just walked across your keyboard LikeLike Reply
aaahhhhrrrrggggghhhh.
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not quite sure how to take that… either it’s aahhhhrrrrggggghhhh in a “holy crap” kinda way, or the cat just walked across your keyboard
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oh just sad, very vibrant description. beautiful pain. “empty plate.”
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mwah! 🙂
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Those “faintly sticky fingers” are a bit of a worry!!! 🙂
David
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Sad how the sweetness of life becomes just residue.
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sounds that it tasted very good 🙂
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