Slowly slipping slidingbyRazzRajen©
Nuances slip by, séances grow slowly
Whose mind wanders and
then slips into stupor?
Trite the talk and trite the walk
so many chances so many trials
will she try and claim back
again and again as she has been known to
Give up ever the chase
the rampant rumblings through
paved roads and cobbles stones
Stream beds are of polished river stones
and crackled glasses
Her feet bleeding His fleet of foot
Teeth digging in.
Surfeited hungers, appetites appeased
and slowed down ,
marks taken Marks given
notes made on flesh
claiming areas and claiming, just claiming
What was Mine is now again
and will be forever.
I never gave it up
The bird warbles into the sunset