Just a Taste — After Halsey, Castle (a golden shovel poem)

I wonder if you understand it now 

the way you draw pain from my 

body like blood from a jugular. My neck 

–both pale and trembling– is 

yours to take, always open 

to your appetite, and the wide 

hungry hollow in you, begging 

to be filled. I will surrender, ache for 

any chance to feed your need. A 

wild and hungry wolf, you are the fist 

that holds me close, wraps itself around 

me and draws pain like blood, just to taste it.

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golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.

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For today’s prompt, write a “let the moment begin” poem.

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