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.
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)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a “let the moment begin” poem.
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