Soulful writing about humans and places
You call it this, I call it that,
the thingness of a thing is beyond
our babbles
labels come and go
what is truly real is quiet and dark
its depths crushing and warm and full of moisture
like the savage mouth
of an intractable lover.
Like love, the world
may be screamed, sighed,
sucked, suckled, and moaned,
but never
told.
#poetry #creativewriting
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