unquenchable thirst

 
in the basin languishes
the pulp and tendrils
of a potent sangria
made with naked giggles
too much wine, not enough fruit
drank from an old chipped cup
poured over breasts
consumed by women adept
at the pleasure of women
loath to uncouple
dusk skewing shadow and light
their disembodied satisfaction
slowly unraveled an
unquenchable thirst
and in the gloaming once more
deeply they drank
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written for Poefusion Friday 5
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if you forget me

Book Story1 by Azram at deviantart.com

Book Story1 by Azram at deviantart.com

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are words enough
to sooth the soul
late at night
when its dark
and you are alone
 
are words enough
to bind a heart
and fuel a fire
left burned
by the words
 
if you forget me
are words enough
to live a past
to grow a future
with someone else
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