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Dulzura
by Kitty NessLike hands
splitting the skin
of a banana;
Im still green inside,
but how quickly
we turn black
breathing in our own air.
Fruit;
not a flower,
planted in a garden,
but I would try
and use my syrup
like a spiders strand
to bind you down. 11/12/2003 Author's Note: From someone.
Posted on 11/13/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kitty Ness
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Paez on 11/13/03 at 06:13 PM Lots of very unique images, Kit, I like them a lot. The tone rounds out the flavor of this quite nicely. I couldn't help but picture one of those giant banana spiders that scare the hell out of me... Speaking of which, the last lines have a wicked bite... Thank you for sharing this... {m} |
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