Monthly Archives: December 2019
Lost
There will be no more
Bread to in the oven
No roams of baking
No baking in the kitchen
No more sneaking of to get bread
Not by the woman I love
The table once laden with baking is now bear
No more talks by the oven door
No more sweet cakes
No more icing to make
Not by the woman I love
No more hearing the voice that I love
No more calls of happy goodbyes
No more being cheery saying ‘hello I love you.’
No more warmth stood in the kitchen I love
Not by the woman I love.
Angry Falling Over
Angry falling over her.
Her hair flying wild high above her.
The fish wife knows I’m tied up
with desire like other types.
I caught her once: she was dribbling while she slipped into my arms.
Cursing, feeling hungrier.
She”d been waiting for me on the High Peak of the evening, her belly full, and radiant.
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