Fleeting Desires, a poem

Since I was a child, I may not have known it in words, but I knew it in my soul (even though I might have not even known what a soul was, too.)  If there was something I wanted to keep alive or keep in my memory, I wrote it down.  And now all my […]

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Day 19; Aromas

In the kitchen, I see her. Her hands dance with pans before an open flame. I want to eat her. I want to taste her. But will she be sweet if I say, “No?”

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