Poem 14
DO YOU FEEL THE TUNE?
iT GOES DOWN LIKE A SIP OF WINE.
WARM VIA DIGESTIVE, TOUCHES THE LUNGS.
HANGS ON THERE,
TURN IT UP.
TAKE ANOTHER SIP.
LET IT SWING.
BURP.
WAVE THE ARMS.
REACH FOR THE GLASS.
PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER.
THOUGHT YOU ARE SAFE.
NO, IT'S JUST YOU AND THE BUBBLE.
DON'T LET IT'S WALL GET PINCHED.
WOULD DEFALTE AND FALL FLAT.
NO, IT'S THE TINGLING SENSATION I'M AFTER.
STRECH. RELAX THE CELLS.
OPEN BUT CONTAIN.
PROTECT YOURSELF.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?
Copyright © Kasia Burbidge | Year Posted 2008
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