Saturday, October 2, 2010

Saturday Scribbles: To Taste


You didn't really think I was going to give up Scribbles Saturdays just to do the 30 Days of Truth gig, did you?!


To Taste

it might be
kids growing weed-like to manhood
or wanting to be with you
time trickles elusively
I try to hold on
it drips
honey from my hands
yawning to the ground
washed away in the rain
oh, to lick
each precious bit
from my fingers
suck its sweetness
until I am sick with it
sticky with it
greedy
wanting all of you at once
not satisfied
with delicious spoonfuls
shining gems
the jar tips again
my days
pour unremarked
I reach
to catch a taste
of lazy afternoon in your arms
sweetness

© Barbara Ann Black, 2010-2011

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