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Some Fine Wine

As I sip,
A burning slithering between my throat and belly,
Thoughts whisper,
Wrapping themselves around the
Thumping heart.
No one        -nothing-
Can do that.

Yet it aches;
The burns surrounding
The pulsing flesh
Of my stomach.
Is it heated with desire?
Sometimes after, it can come to pass,
And I find my mind
Trudged in the darkness;
Slightly warped-
Tattered,
But still;
The individual remains.
And then, (perhaps)
Whatever it is 
That gives me reason to be more than just skin,
Is touched only slightly-
Like sand between toes,
Silk against cheek,

A burn in the belly-

And my mind tosses itself into a pit.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/9/2013 12:55:00 PM
Incredibly done. Powerful & filled w/a desirable hunger for security & definition. Wonderful job!
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Jewel Seuss
Date: 10/9/2013 2:17:00 PM
Aha, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.