Oh damn, how he hurt me
While the drumbeat of desire pounded into my brain
He lost the rhythm;
All that remained floated in a detergent bubble
Blow it away – too late, it burst onto my flesh
And his, and hers, and theirs;
An attempted cleansing upon the landscape
Trouble digs with a plastic fork, splintering,
Hitting stone; eat the gleanings
Suffer not the innocent,
But the guilty
Let the ransom of two indebted hearts purchase
All that remains – starvation may ensue
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Ooh, loved the ending!
Why thank you! Guess your testosterone-laden house is focused on the football game???
They are. I watched The Americans instead. Great new series.
Those last two lines are amazing…a simple ‘Wow!’…pretty much covers it.
Humbled… thank you
Another doze of great imagery and wordery (that’s a word, right?)! Thanks!
Sure, we’ll count it! Thank You!
Short and sweet. Sort of
Ha! Never too much sweet in my writing …. lol
That’s a legally mitigating disclaimer at the end there!
Always glad to hear your thoughts Seb
I love the idea of the two indebted hearts having to purchase. Such a unique image!
That’s one of the nicest things to hear – thank you very much