Something of the Four Letter Word
Love can be quiet,
even in urgency.
I hankered for capers tonight,
and the juice that came
in its narrow, cylinder glass.
Can passion
be quiet too?
Or is it innately
impatient,
and loudly
disquieting?
Please rate and rank
my poem for slim
and thinking readers,
and let me laugh,
disquietly.
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