Karen Jones Poet Free verse

Cranberry Confessions

If I can be honest 
I must cranberry confess
I really don’t want it
No longer need your sex

I don’t mean you 
Are invaluable to me
Just mean I don’t want 
All that huffing and puffing 

I giggle sometimes 
At myself for lemon lime
Is the taste of the sexless
And it is still good to eat
Between the sheets of paper poetry

I did once enjoy so now I don’t 
Change my mind want a sexless song
To sing as a fire sign soul
It’s not that I don’t love 
I guess I love me more

Cranberry confessions 
Sexless obsessions

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Hilda Greenhough July 27, 2024 at 11:16 AM It has been said to be more rooted in the brain. Daily harsh words and lack of interest closes a door in a woman's house. Karen Jones July 27, 2024 at 1:05 PM Very interesting comment and I feel it’s truth! Thanks Hilda!