a lingering feeling of want
and desire,
not once subsided
since we last parted
so close,
yet far away
a distance of which
space can not replace
although we try
each and every time
ho-humming along
to the beating of passions’
tongue
we become entwined
reveling the addiciton
of...
of...
you devouring me
as i consume you
as i consume you
wow post .. have a filled week ;-)
ReplyDeleteLiked the last lines.
ReplyDeleteheck yeah. smiles. nicely done kay.
ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteI wonna to say: Bon Appetit!
Where's my hot sauce??? Nice work as always.
ReplyDeleteaweeeee
ReplyDeleteWow, really enjoyed your words here, and that picture is haunting.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
as always, one step above the last..
ReplyDeleteThis is always the part...that seems to have no complete vantage point. How we devour, and wish to, and need to in our voracious appetites. And yet leave, the object of our desire intact...whole...as they were...the thing that made us so hungry in the first place.
ReplyDeleteI am with Wine and Words. This eternal circle of passion, this hunger
ReplyDeleteread this one this morning, I was in a bad mood when I posted that last piece you commented on, I like me and love me, just get lonely every now and again. Thank you for the inspiring words though :)
ReplyDeleteGregory
Yeah!
ReplyDeleteLove the final lines...
ReplyDeleteYou are talking about distances...and I am loving it.
ReplyDeleteYou'll get over it, dear.
ReplyDeletePassion best served raw
ReplyDeleteHo-humming
ReplyDeleteand the beating of passioin's
seem to go in diffrent directions
nice work
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ReplyDeleteSomeone once told me how important it was, to write those final lines, so they stick to the sides of the readers brain; long after the words are read. I have noticed you seem to do such frequently, Kay. Your words (here) will do so.
ReplyDeleteOMG! I love this! LOVE, LOVE , LOVE!
ReplyDelete"we become entwined
reveling the addiciton
of...
you devouring me
as i consume you."
Great lines! That pretty much sums it up.