She craved their touch
She craved their attention
She craved to feel hands linger over her skin
She craved the hot breath of another against her neck
She craved for lips to linger after they kissed every inch of her body
She craved for them to linger over her, as she surrender to their touch
She craved to feel them press against her
She craved to feel their heat radiating
She craved to surrender to her senses
She craved to feel her body swell with passion
She craved to be consumed by pleasure
She craved the universe.
But the universe didn’t crave her.
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Colorful Chaotic
I write to keep the demons at bay.
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Snacktime Sonata Challenge Winners
Well, your Snacktime Sonatas made us hungry, and that’s about the highest compliment we have. Food — taste, smell, sensation — is a powerful conduit to the past, to memories pleasurable and painful and sometimes bittersweet, a mixture of comfort and challenge. Congratulations to Penny Fuller for Sativa — it’s a first win for Penny — a hymn to the “secret, unbounded/freedoms” of fresh peas in the pod. The narrative voice of the poem doesn’t really want to be outside, but finds joy in the green things of the earth; this is a lovely work of resilience.
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