bird momma

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keacreme
keacreme
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here
no, no really
take this in memory of me
small kissed thing
a pretty-pretty
pulled it up, shook off the dirt
opened up feathers
looked down into its left-open
Hades dark and wet
touch the pulse of contractions
keep hold to release
for you
this is my body
take it
down

keacreme
keacreme
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AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
Much is left to the imagination..

Feeding a bird/chick..or feeding a bird/chick.

duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
Obtuse

Imagination must be fed ~ Was it a worm or is there a more obscure meaning to this poem.

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Just taking this one literally, it's rather unappealing and unerotic; offering up a succulent worm, or is it a larger worm-like pulsing thing?