I never tasted chocolate
nor let go my bearings
or climbed up a mountain
when finally the moment came
you were the first one I disappeared
then other things went missing
(as simple as going fishing)
until the habit gripped me
I was staring into darkness
and the numbness spread
what did it do to liberate
when I let go the rope
looked around
and fell
Interesting and subtle
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Deletesure we love it
by the way
please tell me
what's the drill
these days do
the maenads
pay for their
own drinks?
What can I say? Darkness, numbness, rope ... it's getting me in. Hope there's a series?
ReplyDeleteThanks for listening, dear Kristen. My muse, she's gone fishing. I'll speak to her when she gets back.
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