Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Little Sin

Silence me with a word, only that.

Speak to me without conviction

That stutters round the edge of fact.

Your words flutter and lose their diction.


Touch me with an eyelash, only that.

Take pleasure from this little sin

Find each indent –  caress each flat.

Then kiss the dimple on my chin.


Love me with your body, only that.

Your heart cannot hold me

lurking in a cage, wild as a cat.

Only our being can make our love free,

your soul is the only innard I see.


Run and catch me – – – –

Pursue me like a beast,

hold to my head a heavy gun

and look me in the eyes at last,

my bones will make a brittle feast

Of flesh, and blood.

Ashes and dust.


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