Heat to Rolling Boil. Simmer for Several Months.

Posted: September 8, 2015 in poetry, writing
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I sunk my past into you and fed on yours;
My teeth in your throat and my nails clawing your back
To get under your skin
While feelings bubbled up under mine,
Little vapor pockets full of remorse, attachment, affection and want
That popped, spilling their contents
Every time you kissed me.

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