Cuddling
is a hearty meal for the body
steak and potatoes
for our souls too
Gorge sloppily at that table
With those two hungers
satisfied
you can continue
as the connoisseur
pursuing other
more refined
appetites
up all night writing because I wanted some sparkling revelation to offer this morning but words failed and I have nothing to show but the sloppy stains of scribbles and cross-outs maybe I'll learn som
truth aches when an overread book is continually misunderstood or when a love that needs to shout is left to linger unspoken on lips
to this swirling existence we write about so why not dabble in the dialect and points of view? use solitary clouds and footprints fresh stains and old smells the embraces of snakes turn words upside d