Happy Thanksgiving USA
gratitude’s not done
but felt like emotion is
in the heart it lives
Month: November 2014
Taste
Your lips on my neck
The salty flavor of skin
With a kiss we share
exit wound
Your exit
leaves me
a gaping hole
torn outward
edges sharp
like jaws
sinking into me
chewing
away at my skin
each day
you are away
infection
spreading
in your absence
through the window, casa degli artiste
I wrote about this house located in Umbria in my poem, The house where artists lived
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