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cravings for a sweet tooth, i have lonesome bed blues
by Lauren Singeryou were saturday mornings
and hot tea right off the kettle.
brisk winter nights,
and kerosene dreams.
drippy wax and ice cubes
run down from tongues on the warm flesh
of an autumn lover.
you were always so tempting
and illegal.
like fireworks in july
in a residential neighborhood
at 4 in the morning.
i always loved that about you. 06/24/2006 Posted on 06/24/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 06/24/06 at 08:32 AM A lovely write... I like the kerosene dreams and drippy wax. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/19/10 at 11:20 AM this fabulous poem is dripping with imagery, powerful language, and an energized flow...kudos poet, this piece is stellar from beginning to end, title and all...a fav for me...lovely to read you again, peace n poems to u, jewels xoxox |
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