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feed me
slowly
your tender heart
surrender
a soft
forbidden part
as fires
melt amidst
a molten meal
-
feed me
softly
your broken dreams
and any screams
you can no longer
hold in
-
feed me
swiftly
tender morsels
of nothing moments
fleeting
tasteless
like a mouth
full of apostrophes
-
feed me
secretly
soft sensuous
whispers
of refusal
and regret
-
feed me
surely
fatten me
no aimless desires
pointless schemes;
trials and fires
attainable dreams
-
feed me
simply
a dawn
to greet
my tired eyes
and another dusk
of measured
treasured
weathered
sighs
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (2)
So sweet! ♥️
Fkn wow!